Deadly desire...

Bare footed on the bare desert.
Running forward to the silent sand-storm
Which can take my breath in the clean dust.
Yes, I always before my end.

Leaving footprints,
A sign of my unfulfilled desires.
A disastrous me and my unintended attempts.
Was taking me closer to the end.
The burning instinct of fulfillment,
Was the last thing, I asked for.
And I died before my death.
And was burned on the pyre of my instinct.


-© copy right Vishal Singh