Tantalus

The Nights r endless

Throwing tantrums...

making me realize....the subtleties between

....a mans needs and wants...

But what if...

Those are the same for anybody...

the Big Bang and The Apocalypse...

all rolled into one sacred place..

.in the midst of those estuarine eyes....

All these...and much more..

The myriad meadows of creativity...

are but the playfields of Eton

for thee,by thee….OF THEE

from which oozes out my Centre of Gravity...of my Conscience...

They said...

you can

live without your wants…but

 without your needs you are incomplete....

But what if...

for somebody...the intermingling of wants and needs… is

the presence of an unattainable fruitless love....

a constant thorn...

in spite of all the laurels I achieve....

There IS nothing without you...

THERE WAS NOTHING WITHOUT YOU...

I am just cursed....

a curse...

a burden of being incomplete...

So near yet so far

this adage

is not torturous any more

in fact

it rules me

my Conscience….my Destiny…

The proverbial Tantalus….

has a reincarnation within me…

All is a curse..

IS ALL A CURSE?