(Photo by Natalia Figueredo )
I have stepped into an abyss,
jumped away from all light.
And there in, something’s burning,
something’s burning red bright.
“Play the Game, play the Game”,
the echoes are still the same.
Such uneasiness, such pressure,
such intensity without measure.
I am bursting inside with passion,
Erupting in brave cruel fashion.
And I don’t want it to stop,
I favour this unrest.
I am tearing my insides,
with my violence at its best.
Fury Wild! Let me win the game!
With all arousal of addiction,
I want it in my name.
Let no drop of blood dry.
No pain, no wound, let no scar fly.
Don’t stop this torture even if I cry,
To bottle my passion, Great Fate, let me try.
Let all glory, all fame, all name be mine.
Let me live unafraid before I die.
Oh! Let me die, let me die, but only on a high!
I would trade one life, one soul,
for a single hour of glory.
A failed novel I crave not,
Give me success if just for a short story.
A murderous Lioness over a pretty goat be,
I would a sinking Titanic than a sailing petty boat be.
Methinks my dreams-
The Violet Gibran wrote of,
Or Ms Cameron penned by Sheldon
Or a pioneering someone like Selma Lagerloff
Or a sleek daring Wild Cat from DON
They say, ” A fair play wrongs up in these days”
Tell me, foul for what gain play?
Though destructive, let victory announce my fall.
Yet give me a winning battle only by noble blood-shed stall
Let stars burn down my ambitious soul
Get to gleaming arousal my every goal.
Let no petty distraction rest in my kind,
to weak bondages, let my eye be blind.
Come,all stars with the heat of three worlds.
Burn me with your reborning fire.
With me then light my world,
light the corners of my every deep desire.
(Pallavi D. Patel)