Mithila’s Love and Desire

Night slips into the hollow of breath,
Walls exhale despair.
Stone and brick drink echo.
Within my chest, a mountain stirs
Ache rising, restless,
A reservoir of dreams
Fractured by waves of longing.

A silence hovers, taunting, sharp
Its desire cleaves through me.
Toxic echoes coil around my veins.
Even in my embrace’s warmth,
Mithila’s wonder trembles
Shuddering,
Splitting stillness like untamed waters
Where waves claw with want too fierce to bear.

Rituals crumble,
Forms dissolve,
Wax yields to fire’s relentless hymn.
Shutters collapse.
The air, swollen with yearning,
Spins time toward its breaking.
Desire seeps like poison through brittle nerves.

Then, the sleepless midnight unravels.
Threads snap,
A moment consumes all:
A body trembling, then surrendering,
Collapsing beneath the weight of shared flame.
And in the afterglow,
One body remains
Bent by desolate exhaustion,
Spent in the wreckage of love,
Yet flickering, faintly alive.