Desire

Death gave me a
passionate kiss.
When compared to yours,
it tasted bland. While
death took me away
and ended my journey,
yours started another,
by keeping me burning
with a desire to live
every moment.

Thoughts and truths

I, for years,
believed in you being
there,
seen or unseen,
felt or not felt.
And in reality in the end,
you always came true
like what I
thought you to be,
shaped by my wishes,
realized by my dreams.

But from the beginning,
your thoughts for me
were unreal,
like a bad dream and
a curiosity of a sin
yet not committed.
Thus your deep belief
in my being only an imagination,
often comes true
when you don't find me
anywhere near you,
either in your sleep,
or in your waking hours.