Softly i died, till it was morning again

So intoxicating
the fiery light looked in your eyes.

                         

 i will remember,

You and

 the birch trees by the pond.

The coppery light reflected on your skin.

The breeze turned pink.

And when the night came in , it came in circles of feelings.

i knelt and kissed you through your clothes.

i knelt and kissed  the heat doused

Swellings

swollen by the sting of Desires.

The body has its flowers

those beautiful petals open.

Dilated horniness

obeying our violent attraction.

i tilted your face

and tilted reality.

your face sogged with heaven.

every border fell out of your vastness.

And,

Getting inside you was my only way of getting out.

i will remember,

You and the cypress shades.

we threw our pebbles into the water

dispersing the sky in it.

But, can anything ever wipe away

The story your kisses 

on my lips.

Autumn

 Grim and gold, 

Autumn, many are the reasons i m in love with thee. 

Your face,  i hold it in my teardrop. 

My heart 's book

fills with phrases

of your colourful goodbyes.

Long nights will follow, cold winds will gather.

Like a hungry sparrow, i ll feed on the wisdom crumbs in your hand.

i m dying today, there's no question of tommorow. 

The tree of Life stands still 

My roots,  knows...

You and winter, spingtime and summer 

are the fingers 

of the same fearless  hand.

 One day i fell from the brink of my mind, The abyss of conflicts vanished, at the very moment i understood that there was nothing to improve upon, no inner voyage, no above , no below, no steep, no narrow, nothing to climb or surpass...i was beening conned by my own conditioning, i didnt seek to escape from it....God and Lucifer were the two walls inbetween i was running. They put me  in to the enclousure...to get in there and follow the corridor, i thought i had some glimses, some hopes,  one day i would arrive somewhere, where the blissful was the ultimate reward,etc. And i ran in circles without realisation that it all ended. Awareness were my two feet and wings. I flew out of that enclosure. And nothing would take me back there,...how sweetly it was put" . spiritual' ' enlightement'. ' freedom'....i have lost all vocabularies....when fear has vanished, nothing holds you back...Freedom, then, isnt a word found in a bunch of poems,  Freedom was me, i m my poem.a wordless poems vibrant and alive.

 Honoured i too am...to find this spontaneous  connection with you , To resonate with you ...your hands taking mine, leading above the mountains where human understanding discloses its splendour. Never thought, that the gate i would walk into, opened in such a breathtaking celestial wilderness.

 Whoever you are....you leave me spellbound, something trembles and quivers each time i look at you. The ripples of thousand moons drips from those eyes and lips. So awesome you are...longings awakes from all over, and the sky isnt big enough to hold all of it....How else can i feel looking at you....so awesome you are.

 In your light my emptiness illumines.enlargening to contain you, your flawlessness.. What else to do if not to rest upon the meadows of your words and sink into its peace... i lay on my back, looking skywards, watching birds  fleeting clouds floating ,mist shifting in your face. And inbetween the silences...your presence tugs my sleeves. Happiness dances through the drumbeats of haunting mystic notes when  ' our nature ' embraces the natural order of things. In between you and me no walls fell, No walls were there. The words in your mouth becomes Freedom in mine.What else can be called a kiss.To be kissed thus....is only a river of endless sweetness. The nectar is the blood of your soul. The nectar is in the blood of your soul. 

Freedom cries come to me

 Freedom cries come to me

But can you see

Cant you see

What this means

What this means

From our head to our feet

The rhythm and beat

Wakes you from that slavish sleep.

To breathe to speak to sing to reap

The depth of everything  you seek

Is in the bounces of your heart beat

The mystic heat.so sweet so sweet

Freedom is calling

Wakeup from your sleep

And take this beat

From you head to feet

Take this beat

Bounce it in your body

Bounce it in your soul

Freedom is calling

Take this beat

From your head to feet

Mix it fix it

From your head to your feet.

Bounce it in your body

Bounce it in your soul

Marley is saying

Mix it and fix it

From your head to your feet 

Bounce it in your body

bounce it in your feet.

When it happens, our differences flee.
When it happens, wild stallions savagely rush out of our loins.
Gallopping into the pampas pacing to our desires.
When it happens.dumbfound .we stop talking.
Nostrils dilated. we listen to the throbs and pulses of each other.
Our whole body becomes our eardrums.

When it happens, the uncontrolable trembles.
At first, we feel it in one place.
then all over.
We roll upon each other-- in moans
We ache with pleasure
Volcanic storms sweep out from the Vesuve of our longings.
Our hands tightens.
 Making it into one hand reaching out for the same thing.

When it happens
Instinctively we turn our faces towards each other.
Mouth upon mouth our tongues tangle and devour.
Fingers clawing.clutching...we taste the tangerine light in our salivas.

Accrobatically
We lick the mysteries of variating nectars.
Licking every other parts of the body, our tongues attempts to find what our words couldnt.

Thus interuptedly
we ascend in oneness.
Above every miracle.

Forgetting the inscribed guilts
We listen to the unspoilt music in our bodies
Impaired with pleasure we falls from our heavens.

Laying silently
We watch the starlight
grateful for this tsunami.

Kabir, its raining

"The sun came out
And i was filled with radiance
- Kabir."

Kabir, your poems drip with sacred fire.
I feel a sweet shiver up my spine.
The timeless freshness,

words
Swirls down like lime tree blossoms.

Consciousness : 

is the only place i could stand
To open the pages 

of your book. 

A pageless book of silence.

Word by word
quietness embellished.

Words,
no words. 

Only this deep growing quietness.

Gently touched 

the buds in my heart
Spreads into petals.

This is how your poems work.

Kabir,
My spirit flew around you
Returning
Wings wet with the moonlight.

every word in your poem
A secret key to a heaven.

Heaven , you say

isnt where gods live 

but it is where understanding happens.

Silence me Kabir,

the same way 

the moonlight silences the night.

And ah
when it rains in your poems

The rice fields sways. 

The forest murmurs.
And Rumi dances.

Rumi dances
The yearning to understand the vanished.
The joy alone of his footsteps
Fills my soul .

Kabir, its raining.
The rice fields are now in your poems

When light touches you.
Each little thing inside us turns towards it.
The sunflowers of the body, golden and upright.
Obeying to that which is melting down from the skies.
The bones in our bodies engulfed by a silence ...that fills every element around it regardless where it stands.
I felt this again as the moonlight fell.
My heart broke down into happiness.
Over and over
I became the night
My breath too was the night...
My breath : the only thing that moved.
When light penetrates you
It silences everything inside you into deep universal listening. You listen with your whole body,. Silence is a name given to point out the language of your soul
Just as what you call healing is only another name for your fullness.