Poetry

With all of the dark painful urges
you do come as my greatest longing
while we are cut-off by misunderstandings
in the twisting walls of a labyrinth
and it’s as if doors are continually slamming in my face,
as if time and again you want to walk out of my life
and sometimes I do search earnestly for liberation
out of this continuous imprisonment
and our feelings so intense and intimate
force my life and heart back to you
and I have got to deviate from a healthy balance,
again do start with my misconceptions and wandering
and without an end I do love you.