The web

The web

You got stuck in my soul ..

Like an insect in a spider's web...

Protruding from the fabric of my being...

I tried to throw you out.. 

I tried 

I toiled

I fought

But I failed

To get you out of the web..

To mend my web..

To get it back to it's original calm...

I failed miserably.. 

And now,

I wish

I want 

I need

I desperately desire

To be spoilt by the might of your touch...

To wither in the brightness of your gaze..

To fall apart in the breeze of your breath..

To decay into the soil of your being..

And cease to exist.

Preetha Raj