Hunger

I’m no immortal being dear,

Time never fails to pass me by,

Heart ponders within its region,

What’s the significance of it pounding?

If there’s no one to suffice,

And the reach of the palms,

Slowly melts between the gap,

Where your hand and mine,

Never crosses the outskirts,

Of this unknown path,

What’s the significance of it craving?

If the doors of heaven never pry,

And the soul staggers under the weight,

Of your piercing deep blue eyes,

There’s nothing else in this world to justify,

But god resides in your eyes,

Heart craves in search of something divine,

What’s the significance of it praying?

If there’s no one to suffice,

And the heart signifies the longing,

Pain is just a melodramatic exit,

To this shameless act called love,

Embarrassment never fails to pass me by,

And the curtains slowly creep from behind,

Enveloping me into the darkness,

And the hunger squirms within the region,

What’s the significance of loving?

If there’s no one to suffice.