Enigmatic Poem by Saroj Padhi

Burning sweetens my heart you say
Like potato in a live microwave -
With a somewhat burnt surface but boiled to the core,
Like a hard Sun churning the petals of life more and more
When soul slowly awakes to beauty of cosmic life
Blossoming like morning stars behind heaven's doors in galore;
See, you are there in my body in sweats of each secret pore,
In my coagulated blood and crumpled desires,
Inside my corrugated chest and ageing mind's imbecile fires
Bent upon even loving your shadow in spite of yourself-
Steeped in the mud of insensible mires;
despite the sky's falling on my dreams each time
I try meeting you at the towers or at the tops of tapering spires!
Why am I so in spite of myself?
A bundle of contradictory desires, a bunch of hollow fires?
With a parching tongue and spirit caught in time's rising ires?
Who is going to contain me and my stupidity,
If not your shadow from an unknown infinity
That can engulf my breathless enigmatic entity!