Desire can no longer be a desire if it can be attained easily. It looks tempting when it is just a proposition, something you so dearly want to happen. The moment it fulfills, it looses its value. It also keeps changing. Mostly directly proportional to space, time and state of mind. Any changes in any of these can alter your desire significantly. There is also a gap between what you desire and what you get. I too desire often. Most of my desires are result of my winged mind.
I desire to be wind sometimes, visiting everyone and sweeping them away. On such days I am Resetless.
There are days when, I desire to be summer; when heat becomes unbearable. On such days I am Angry.
Somedays when I am happy, I desire to be spring. Bringing delight and liveliness in the lives of people after the cold gloomy winter.
Sometimes I desire to be the ocean so deep that nobody is able to see the secrets hidden in my bosom. On such days I am Deceptive .
Sometimes I desire to be the Himalayas, unapprochable, helding its head high, looking down; majestic and grand. On such days I am beaming with Pride.
Sometimes I desire to be a river, the river of life, meandering through gorges, valleys and trenches, providing life to millions of creatures. On such days I am Generous.
On some days I want to be sky. Limitless, boundless, sacroscant. On such days I am Mystical.
On some days I desire to lay like there is nothing going on in this world. On such days I am Oblivious.
Sometimes I want the time to stop. I want to catch that moment. I want that moment to never end. On such days I am Calm.