21st Jan '07
Earth, earth, earth,
wet earth,
dry earth,
green earth...
earth, earth, earth...
my mother, earth.
Let me seep into you,
get deep within you,
please rest me in your womb...
The surface is everywhere
and yes there is space...
But I yearn for the depths,
the folds, the layers of tenderness,
the different faces,
the different colours
of passion,
of emotion
and of care.
Herons
21st Jan '07
A full dozen,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 ....
and so many more to come.
A heron here, a heron there...
fly and flock for wet earth...
Intoxicated like me,
the white angels BE
just where the fragrance emanates....
And I not-an-angel and without wings
try to delve from a distance.
A full dozen,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 ....
and so many more to come.
A heron here, a heron there...
fly and flock for wet earth...
Intoxicated like me,
the white angels BE
just where the fragrance emanates....
And I not-an-angel and without wings
try to delve from a distance.
What was it?
17th Jan '07
I lived a dream..
...was it really just a dream or reality? I'd never know....
But I'm thankful that at least I remember some of it and the rest of it which i don't remember is not lost, but floats in my mind like colored fog.
What was this floating saga, where my senses were enraptured anyway?
I think it was deep resurfacing..
Or maybe the dance of the omnipresent truth....
It could have been a diya lit...
Or maybe the angels' harp tingled....
Maybe it was just you and me...
maybe just me..
or just you...
Or lost pieces conjoined.
A mesh of limbs..
a dance of trance with rhythms divine...
warm, chilled, bliss, despair,
......passion, love, and so much more...
...all at once..
a single moment...
and so much....
a single moment...
and all at once...
Strands of silken thread...become ropes.....
moments turn into memories....
memories..turn into ghosts..
which cling to u forever....
I"ll sleep this sweet dream again....
someday...very very soon..
Till then......I'll live it with my shadows...
now and again.....
I lived a dream..
...was it really just a dream or reality? I'd never know....
But I'm thankful that at least I remember some of it and the rest of it which i don't remember is not lost, but floats in my mind like colored fog.
What was this floating saga, where my senses were enraptured anyway?
I think it was deep resurfacing..
Or maybe the dance of the omnipresent truth....
It could have been a diya lit...
Or maybe the angels' harp tingled....
Maybe it was just you and me...
maybe just me..
or just you...
Or lost pieces conjoined.
A mesh of limbs..
a dance of trance with rhythms divine...
warm, chilled, bliss, despair,
......passion, love, and so much more...
...all at once..
a single moment...
and so much....
a single moment...
and all at once...
Strands of silken thread...become ropes.....
moments turn into memories....
memories..turn into ghosts..
which cling to u forever....
I"ll sleep this sweet dream again....
someday...very very soon..
Till then......I'll live it with my shadows...
now and again.....
An evenings' musing
29th December '06
An air filled with chirps of home-bound air-bourne winged creatures and the sun glowing majestic with strong shades of red. I watched on, tasting my loneliness, rolling my tongue up the palette. A warm saline drop rolled down my cold cheek as nostalgia teased my mind. A faint perfume still haunted my mind.................
.....as I plunged into the sea of infinity.
An air filled with chirps of home-bound air-bourne winged creatures and the sun glowing majestic with strong shades of red. I watched on, tasting my loneliness, rolling my tongue up the palette. A warm saline drop rolled down my cold cheek as nostalgia teased my mind. A faint perfume still haunted my mind.................
.....as I plunged into the sea of infinity.
Finding Perfection
9th January '07
Strong sturdy long ropes
hangs from the boughs....
and on a circular ring of rubber-black
precarious me, suspended at the
mercy of links....
So many people....
So many stars...
Even the moon shines with me...
Swinging in the air, I look up
and through the translucent
green camouflage of the petals of branches
I see the sky.....
A bluish greenish reddish ceiling
and a floor of earth
a perfect moment...
......still incomplete
Strong sturdy long ropes
hangs from the boughs....
and on a circular ring of rubber-black
precarious me, suspended at the
mercy of links....
So many people....
So many stars...
Even the moon shines with me...
Swinging in the air, I look up
and through the translucent
green camouflage of the petals of branches
I see the sky.....
A bluish greenish reddish ceiling
and a floor of earth
a perfect moment...
......still incomplete
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