Trishna - An Unquenchable Thirst

Painting 'The Kiss' by Edvard Munch - 1897

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I am in search of something,

Something I don’t even know,

Yet I search for her,

During summer and during snow.

I crave for her,

Both inside and out,

Sometimes I am calm,

But sometimes I shout.

The flame of desire flickers deep inside me,

It burns me so slowly that no one else can see.

My soul is thirsty for her,

Still I don’t want to drink.

And if I drink,

I don’t want my thirst for her to shrink.

Sometimes I hear Buddha,

Whispering in to my ear,

She is an illusion,

Do not pine for her.

Oh! My dear Buddha,

You are so wrong,

She is my life,

It is for her that I long.

Extinguishing the desire,

Will make my life meaningless,

Satisfying it on the other hand,

Will make me aimless.

If I posses her,

I will be sad,

If I try to forget her,

I will become mad.

I want to exist in this state,

Till I downburst,

She is my Trishna,

An unquenchable thirst.