Extreme Wants
I am extremes….
I am extreme thunder.
I am extreme subtlety.
I am blowing hot, flames burning brightly.
I am chilling cold, icy shadows fall.
I want to be possessed.
I want to be set free.
I want to be the solace to the tormented heart.
I seek to be the tormentor of that heart.
I want to hear poetry and speak of love again.
I seek spirit from ages past.
In me you see eyes that care only about souls.
I seek the fire that makes one speak magic words.
But I sure want to see those souls create a garden paradise.
PS: I am still on a ‘high’ reading all your encouraging comments and mails.
This poem is dedicated to a recrudescent heart that wants to beat. As a poet, (I never thought I will call myself one but guess I am getting there) I have tried to get a glimpse at the woman’s heart and tried to make an attempt to understand their wants.
Yes, Buddy!!! “Woman Want….??!!!”
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Crazy Minds Musings 
Sure, the lady seems so strong enough….But does such extremes exist?!
Excellent flow of words that describe the heart…….!
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I like the concise nature of the poem and you do a very good job of sending the message without drining at all. Though it is a harsh commentary on woman its kind of nice to see a guy do it up. Good job.
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Excellent poetry. I really like the images that you create in all your poems without using lots of words. Really brings out the extremities of a woman in this.
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