Scavenger's Lust

Where is my Phoenix?

Who I am waiting for so long

I am searching you in every ash

Where are you my Phoenix?

I am burning more and more for you

By making more and more ash.

Paving your way to the resurrect

Where are you my Phoenix?

As the ashes flying in the hot wind

I expect you dear

As the heat engulf living remnants

I am desperately needs your presence

 The present inflammable than any fire

Opulence scarce ravish the dejected

Succumbed to the truth of famine

My Phoenix is locked in my heart

Scary libidos capitalizing around

Cliché of niched column frail to survive

Protagonist of ethical communist

Burned Phoenix

Both will rest peace

For the ashes are the remnant truths

For Lower depths to hope them

The pristine love beyond barbwire fence.

I'm the wax you are the flame..
We both will make the candle
And candle cease to exist
when flame consumes the wax fully

Oh god please take care of hurricanes that comes to blow off the candle.

The candle burns without any light ,
Insight was the present absence.

The bond was stronger and ionic
The affection demands more fire.
The wax flame burned like a challenge
If star can't be so glowing.
There was a star smile,
It was a butterfly life.
Both burned out
Rest was a residue wax and charcoal thread.
There was two stars twinkling .
Let there be no light more than needed.
Let there me ample time for an insight
Let there be true love beyond the fence.
Let there be life of sense.
Barbed wires are seen invisible
Flesh piercing thorns are every where,
Desert of timid is vast and furious,
Tremors can happen,

A tube of wax at the centre ,
Who will lit and make it a candle.

The pristine love beyond barbwire fence.