Vision(s)

 

An endless expanse, gleaming sands

stretch out, as Infinity

in the desert of my heart.

 

There is no time,

no time to be lost.

There is no time,

no time to be gained;

in the name of all things

worthy of winning…

Won only, to be yet,

lost again

in the winds of Time,

in the unsettling grain;

in more timeless spaces,

deserts of

undying hearts.

 

Today, once more

I wish to be alone.

Today, once more

I long for the silence

in the corners of my mind,

as an untamed river,

to exude:

to exude in the interplay

of Light, her darker

shades.

I long for the silence

to paint in a

Nothing Black,

the sobbings of this soul.

Stars as Atoms

 

As one who has touched

the face of Death,

As one who has drunk

from the cup,

sweet venom, of Life.

As one seeking

reflection

in the mirror, of all Divine;

the ship has long since

drowned,

in waiting, to drown.

 

Now I am free,

free as a sun-ray, from

a sunlit sky,

free to float

in the ocean of

Love.

 

 

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Lunar-face Talks

In a way,

your concrete ceilings, let your

wanderings away from the wonders

of the godly intoxication,

of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’:

Pure white celestial of Her Highness:

Full Moon, face half in shadows,

With half a frown above

Her astounded, grey eyes…

Ungodly concerns of most mortals

Down below,

Mar her worried concerns,

Else veiled in willing disguise.

The man in the ‘hu-man’, doubtful

Of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’ embrace,

Causes her to weep, saged

By her utter disbelief

In the ‘truth’ of their lies!

 

Hence the concrete man-made,

Raised on grandly, god-like premise!

 

Written: 14-05-2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Ode to Silence

 

Image

 

 

A rush of feelings unspoken, words unfelt:

In a daze of illusory righteousness,

It was your demons I fed, I adorned;

And mine with whom I went to bed.

 

What does a child know of (revered) sanity!

What do they care for childlike purity!?

I lose touch with my fabric of woven riddles,

I’d rather be naked than masked in disguise.

I’d rather be someone else for a moment,

Than to be me, and be full of lies.

 

The dance she MUST dance, to keep away from hell.

 

No disciples desired, no fame required;

Each time we would sit, Him we admired.

An intense whiteness , for what we aspired:

Nothing is mine, all is only acquired…

I am only to watch, being watched,

To recognize, this, and

To see my stance being played,

And being played well, indeed.

 

Master! Mercy! For your sake of God!..

This flower shows healing in her winter harvest;

Blossoms in a white, as liberated as Death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mad Monsoon (Sketch of a Glimpse)

The winds are mightier today

Than the motion of (winged) flight;

Everywhere I turn to look:

He brings lightning in sight.

 

The lights in turn, speak of violet,

I feel Divinity seeping in, to my Crown…

In glimpses as brief, as intense as bolts

Bolts dancing in the black of Heaven’s rage!

 

Gypsy caravans of pilgrim clouds,

A bouquet of dull gold, white and grey…

I feel so right to be in love with Rain,

To see the cosmos of the Earthly Sky

Rejoice her arrival in elaborate play!

 

 

 

Written: 15-09-2013