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The Naked-ness of Desires

Oblivious to the presence of my own existence-
like opium drain’d through the veins- lost,
Inanimate world came into motion only-
the motionless me. Dwindling sight and
nervous call of my psyche. Awaken’d desires-
mischievous touch, playing-crawling underneath
my skin. Vivid-ness of a bright light- yellowish mid-
summer day. Crawling into the bed- then I fall into sleep;
Or not, or may it a profound reverie! Oblivious to the
world that someone’s dreaming. Was that a dream or
what named of a dream?- A dream within a dream. Like
-shadows invading everything exist in the room.
Only the vivid-ness of burning light comin’,-
through the window glass failing my sight; discarding
my being. O! The goodness of angel or my desires
of devilish thought! What I see? Who do I see?
Such numbness that I cannot move; anasthetiz’d
my wholeness. And I see- a lady. Sitting right next to
the window-on the couch. Gazing with her lustrous eyes-
and piercing through my transient mortal case; rising
my morbid fascination. I see a beauty-beyond all my
reckoning. The lustrous desire of heart along with my unquenchable-
thirst in the eyes of being lov’d- enjoyed the horrifying
Beauty of her deep delve carve cutting through window
light. And the soft swell carve of her naked breast –
curtained under her shadowy whirlpool of curly hair.
And like a bow, her bending hands illustrate perfect
Ivory. Shadows like trudging down softly, very slowly
Curtailing her image in my eyes and I crave to invade her Beauty.
O! My naked desire. Turning a white heart
into darkened dwelling where- desire burning
in such firey flame- famished for centuries.
Craving to meet that fire like a moth. O! Goddess;
Take me-let me die burning into your flame.
I may collapse and doom’d for an eternity-

and alike a propeller whirr’d, and the clock buzzed
like an obstinate envious withstander . . .  and . . .my eyes opened. 

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15 thoughts on “The Naked-ness of Desires

  1. “Turning a white heart
    into darkened dwelling where- desire burning
    in such firey flame- famished for centuries.
    Craving to meet that fire like a moth. O! Goddess;
    Take me-let me die burning into your flame.
    I may collapse and doom’d for an eternity-”

    Riveting Kazi ~ truly is — have so much been thinking about dreams these days — lovely to stumble on this post! Love and Light to you ~ Robyn

    • Dear Robyn,,,I don’t know how to thank you…
      But yes.. A loner like me have nothing much but to dream…All things you see here written came from my bitter experiences of life beside my imagination….!! I admire your work too..!! You got such thoughts so amazing…!!

      • Dreams and Imagination can be powerful vehicles toward healing – both mind an body dear Kazi… You have exceptional talent, and your ability to express your innermost struggles and visions is profound. Keep at it my friend – you have gifts to give the world!! Love to you ~ RL

  2. oh my god love this my friend one of your best work
    yes that is how I picture it you go into her arms she is in flames just like the painting. All I can say is Bravo!!

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