Continual Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

There are phases when
I gasp for a whiff of breath
when you quell the me
in your quiescent being.

Wanton is my quest
vis a vis you and no stone
would be left unturned to
have you in entirety.

No half measures I know
and not half boiled is my
enrapturing passion for you.
I will pour in torrents and hurt you.

I will hurt you with my love
in the same manner as you
hurt me with your cultivated
indifference to my entreaties.

You may barge into me like
a violent wave in high tide
and mangle my essentials and leave me as a port in shambles.

And after being bludgeoned
by your indifference I will become
a challenged being needing
the crutches that you are.

Still my love for you will
remain and it is akin to the
urge of the hopelessly starved
being looking for crumbs.

I know, I definitely know that
you are a drizzle continual and
not continuous but then the
desert does deify the oasis.