National Press Day ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq

Saleha ashfaq

White In the race of life, each finish line is but a start, where champions rise with a fiercer heart. ©Srinivas

Srinivas

National Press Day ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq

Saleha ashfaq

White In the race of life, each finish line is but a start, where champions rise with a fiercer heart. ©Srinivas

Srinivas