Life is raw, dont tame it.
Wednesday, 13 August 2025
Friday, 11 April 2025
For Sruthi.....
Mysteries and darkness
Twinned together
'I know i m beautiful ' you said.
Silences sensually erotic,
You turned on the switch , you knew how to use it
and use it well
With precision in your looks , you fixed it, pinned my attention.
A while later
The monsoons burst out from the clouds
Partially spilt from your eyes.
And, in that downpour
I saw a little girl
Aloof, in her loneliness
Arguing with the gods, telling them they did'nt exist
That the pain was as stupid as they were
They could swallow their lies...
And, it was so easy for her to die.
There....silence again
Whatever trembled on her lips
Was no longer a secret
Whatever made her cry
Made her a Phénix
For Sruthi.
Mysteries and darkness
Twinned together
'I know i m beautiful ' you said.
Silences sensually erotic,
You turned on the switch , you knew how to use it
and use it well
With precision in your looks , you fixed it, pinned my attention.
A while later
The monsoons burst out from the clouds
Partially carried from your eyes.
And, in that downpour
I saw a little girl
Aloof, in her loneliness
Arguing with the gods, telling them they did'nt exist
That the pain was as stupid as they were
And, it was so easy for her to die.
There....silence again
Whatever trembled on her lips
Was no longer a secret
Whatever made her cry
Made her a Phénix.
For Sruthi
Mysteries and darkness
Twinned together
'I know i m beautiful ' you said
And, silences became sensually erotic
You turned the on switch ,you knew to use it
it worked so well
With precision your web pinned my attention.
A while later
The monsoons burst out from the clouds
Partially carried in your eyes.
In that downpour
I saw a little girl
Aloof, in her loneliness
She argued with the Gods that did'nt exist
saying it was so easy for her to die
There....silence again
Whatever trembled on her lips
Was no longer a secret
Whatever made her cry
Made her into a Phénix.
Tuesday, 25 March 2025
As the morning hangs raw from the shoulders of branches.
a quiet walk in the woods is a moment for Self discovery
There precisely, you come in contact with something totally new.
The soul grasps that which silences the mind
The soul, the mind, the body unites.
Many call this healing.
Others call it awakening,
Perhaps Being.
Make this quietness a part of your own
Hold the Sky tenderly while you soak in its light.
Be in the brotherhood of this light
As you witness its infinity you realise, its your own.