Desire

There is life of love
and there is a life of the mind
And there are these lives of thousand desires that we find.
Some life sustains and some it maims
Without any  rational that we can claim
Where were you born?  
Maybe as a nascent thought one sunny morn..
The life on earth was not the same again
With infinite you rising again and again.
Every desire has a time of its own
Breathing every moment the possibility of being blown

There is uncertainty and hope that comes with you  
With every beat of heart racing as it confronts you.

Like a thousand beloved to be attained
You break the heart more then the life can sustain
But then  like a loyal lover you never leave me with disdain.