Caught in a maelstrom of emotion
reducedto unbridled, phobic obsession.
That first moment of recognition clouding any notion
of a sorcery induced to possession.
Senses once dormant, now passively coerced into life,
oblivious to the parched aridness of a previous existence.
Becomes a flourishing oasis beckoning his muse to remain
and be his candle to her perpetual and eternal flame.
The elixir of passion replacing life blood by sustaining
a foolish heart, given with no limits, no blame.
Yet taken greedily with no thoughts of nurture to impart.
Intermittent amusement provoking a smile, not credulous
he perceives as a shy inducement to surrender his heart....
Too late- and forever her slave and she..... his inexorable nemesis
This is a beautiful poem on love and life having touching expression and nice diction. Dear Lodigiana, you are right to say that obsession can lead to betrayal and love makes slaves of us all. Thanks for sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Obsession is aftereffect of love, we are helpless in love so how we can get rid of obsession. If Nemesis balances it from betrayal, we have no alternate but to accept it as our fate. Let love make us a slave, a beloved is our need.
Love is such a wonderful yet complex state of being! thank you for your lovely words Akhtar! x