Desires Untouched

Heart full of desires,
mind full of hopes,
eyes full of dreams,
hand full of roses,
tongue full of love verses,
standing in the mid
one way in the dark stars shining
in its brightest light.
Cool wind, sweet wind or heart stopping wind
blowing the days ending music of dusk.
Another way in the hazy, steamy sky
the half sun blossoming
the splendour, orange sun beam
rekindling the day’s opening music.
I am waiting in between
them with a desirable thought in me.
Everyday it’s diminishing and glowing again
as the nights and morns are passing beside
as my waiting and the desire never gets
diminished or shattered.
It only gets untouched, unfelt.