Thoughts 007

 
Tell the drop of water that douses the raging fire… Don’t do it..
Tell the breath that savours the fragrance of flowers…. Don’t do it..
Tell the eyes the beckon the arrival of lightning… Don’t do it..

Tell the heart that beats for one not yours…. Don’t do it…

So writes the mad poet, unflinchingly in multiple flashes
Crying hopelessly.. all he desires… to become one with ashes..