Desire in the mind. A craving of sorts.
Like an over powering drug.
That enters your streams and paralyses
The madness. The Hopes.

Lust in my eyes. The urge is killing
Like the magnets on the fridge.
Like the unsatisfied hunger haunting the insides.
It keeps me alive. Connected. One.

Hatred in my veins. Like the fire
The surge of blood running to your head.
Like a wild avalanche. Rolling.
Accumulating. Killing.

Love in my heart. That rains in on every fire.
Is it true. Is it real.
Is there anything such as “actually true”
Is there love. At all?

By Rehna Abdul Kareem