A small effort towards shaping into words the obsession. The Feelings those have no directions, coming from all the ways. Obsession is the most insane form of all sorts of feelings. This poem is not the whole but a brief try towards explaining the thoughts of an obsessed guy.
Just one look that’s all I need,
I’m crazy for your love like I can be for weed.
With calmness on my face, I’m desperate inside,
like I’m struggling for long to win over this fight.
I see my unheard wish, in every girl that I see,
one that’s telling to me that I’m your destiny.
Failure never compels me to take a step back,
rather it highs my thirst for this watering step.
Your sharp and catchy eyes sliver my bursting mind,
I’ve forgotten that I’m a guy who is gentle and is kind.
In a try explaining more I can’t be morally incorrect,
my feelings being ineffable are better to be left.
No one calls himself an obsessed guy and no one even want to be like that one. Still, he stands in a majority.