Scent of Desire

This heady scent of desire

is driving me as crazy as

a musk deer running amok

in jungle, seeking the scent within.

The kasturi in my navel

that I thought had shriveled and died

was lying dormant for the right season

the summer of old loves and new

While dancing in circles

 to the vision of my own desires

the meditation on the trinity,

love, lust and desire unravel that

the firmer I try to clasp it,

the more it eludes me, leading me astray

 I lose my way and I wander

In the heartland of wildest yen

I am my worst nemesis.

I am my best chance at redemption.

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~Nalini Priyadarshini