THE ROMANTIC FEELING

Feeling romantic is quite a strange feeling

A feeling that really has no meaning

A feeling aroused by the spark of passion

That grows like fire and engulfs your emotions

Till you feel a partial end has come..

To an infinite craving..which appeared like a storm..

Of  deep seated desires..and left behind absolutely nothing..

But for a little more craving…

For the same old pleasure or pain..

As we scamper towards a mirage like goal in vain

Our mind is consumed by these distant targets

Which we want to shedoff but just can’t forget

As these impossible thoughts keep knocking

Deep within our subconscious self

We feel the pain but just can’t help

We feel the pleasure one simply can’t share

But can cherish and treasure for a few moments in life

In vivid fantasies of our romantic strifes

It is all up there within our minds

A romantic feeling …it’s truly unkind

It kisses and flogs your heart and senses

It breaks through all your mental defences

The craving remains etched forever

As you stride ahead an inch nearer to nowhere

But somewhere in the mind

In a romantic love state that is blind

Making love to your stars on the silver screen

As you kiss their lips and feel their skin

You may waltz with the moon..or challenge death

Or converse with God..to keep the faith

To be the earthy fragrance of moist soil

Or to be the sensuous perfume of some scented oil

Or to be the lifeless oil itself..that gives the glow

To some soft fair skin..a desire for another sin..

 You may want to feel the pain,which others have felt

Go through the same emotions somebody else has dealt

You may cling to your sweetheart pillow and cry all night

You may want to break a wall with all your might

You may be a rock star in a barren piece of land

You may not have a guitar and you may not have a band

You may love someone you will never see

But will be in love with the imageries of  facial glee

As I scribble down the thoughts ..the verses don’t come

In my turgid heart ..I feel lonsome

I may have whatever I want

But I still don’t have that something that haunts..

Me…over and over again

Like a poem or a song that has no end