Inexorable Passion

By Avirit Aarne Choudhury

Told I am, to change from my creed,

To despise you, and not pay heed.

To not perpetually recall your love is a sin,

And to love you is to ignore how accursed I feel, a sorrow which I keep within. 

What is hearing needed for if not your voice?

Even now, my arms search for yours, begging for their prize.

How do I, having been bathed in your love, be expected to live without?

How is a man so loved, so needed, now be discarded with no further thought?

All my eyes crave is to see you near,

Told I am to not, yet all I hold are fond memories of us my dear.

Oh how I beg to find comfort in you, to find some form of reprieve.

For your presence washed away all aches, with your absence now, which I am forced to relieve.

The night sky shies to compare itself to your face.

If I must die to relive this embrace,

Let me swim through hell's rivers,

If only to float in your love's heaven, forever.

By Avirit Aarne Choudhury