The birds in the poem i was about to write
flew away
into the glittering sky

if not for their idiotic chirping
i would'nt have noticed anything at all.

That's how i stepped into the poem

Without the slightest idea of what
would happen
or whom i'd meet

now that i was in the poem i realised
Noone had trodden here except for these birds


The poem was
thick -- with silence
White -- with three days of snow

the silence and whiteness
filled most of the poem

It might have turned oppressive
had'nt it  been for
the old maple tree
by the
frozen river
with just one leaf.

One leaf -- glimmering Orange bright
as though the sun had left behind - a piece of itself

And it lit the whole poem.

i hurried closer to the river
it was getting dark in the poem
The wind, getting really cold.

i followed my glance
and saw
the edge of the river
which
was'nt really the end of the poem

A slight drizzle began to wet the poem
so i ran quickly through its snowy fields

A gust of wind blew

blew the leaf out of the poem
if not i'd still have been in the poem.

i tried getting back
to look once more at the maple tree

but the poem had vanished


The late evening came in

i stood up to shut my bedroom window
when i heard a crunch beneath my feet.

i stepped on a leaf
it was brown.

Why jerusalem
Why can't you see through this once and for all
That no child, no woman, no man must die for so little

if centuries of hatred is tenacely put into the banks of your memories
Does'nt it frighten you of what might sprout out  from the embryons of your unborn generation.

Now that you've doing what Hitler did to you.
With what lips do you talk to God each morning
with what hands do you break  loaves for your children
how do you preach your wisdom


This dust wet with blood, drenched with tears,
i look at these charred date palms and olive grooves ....
is it a face
Is it your own God's face weeping

i;m the Tulip in your blood

i've called you ' Beloved '....

Because you cannot be anything else !

In a drop of blood you

who resurrect.

i worship you

 the secret of living you tell me is in the 'dying'.

You tell me " ' How can you kill that which has not - the 'Ego ?

How can you kill that which you - cannot grasp

does it not comes to you - without your calling ? '

' Dont give me a name...so when you 'll hurt - you may not hurt in my name! ' "

" Love is ....

it's born in your eyes 

the very moment your heart begins to beat!

i'm in the names of everything

therefore, nameless.

i hide in everything - even before you became thought.

i manifest in everything - even before you 've opened your eyes 

 i'm formless....

you see of me as you would in your mirror,

the smallest dust scattered in this universe is also what i am

i encompass everything -  even as you seek to touch what 

cannot be touched!

Reach out at me 

as you'd reach out at infinity

i'm the 'every-ness' of life !

' i've always been the Silence 

murmuring in your soul

that is where you shall always meet me

so

in your solitude you shall recollect my fullness.

In the temples i'm only a shadow

where as in your heart

i am its true light !

Remember this,

You're alone 

only when you do not know who you are! '.

i'm the tulip in your blood. "

i worship you who hide in the tulips

My forefathers taught me to bow and kiss your hands and feet

but you overwhelm me...

as You've bend down to kiss mine....

saying,'  This is what the Beloved does to a Beloved.

In Love there only place for 

' feelings beyond all understanding'....

thus, this is how i resurrect ,

in a kiss, 

and not in the heavens'

' Do this then , as i do it' said you

in you  - the divine stands, as there , as in the one who stands before you

Be it Man , Woman or Child.

Remember this

i 'm not gone, i'm here ..... i'm here in the eyes of  'the other'

there ,  in your Brother's, your sister's, Your father's, Your mother's, in the child's, in the friend's....and most of all

there is the lover.

So verily .. to thee i say , 

Love then,

Be love.

No school could teach this,

it cannot give to you what you already have.

Open all you have.

All you have to is open,

to who you are,

as would  a rose or a lily

as it would  open  seeing the sunlight.

You are no different.

No different you are 

Cast away your fears  for it hinders the sunshine towards you.

And then this i say,

i say

Love ....

not only the man,

but

 the trees, the flowers, the birds, the reptiles,

the animals, the rocks the rivers, the winds, the clouds....for in this

is the flux of Love....

All this is the flux of Love

These ceaseless tides crashing from the mornings and nights

erodes the rocks of our egos.

The strolling torments

stalls into a garden of quietness

sitting at the very source

from where all things awaken.

Humming words

approved by luminous silences

speaks fragrantly to the noses of our thoughts.

What the carressing breeze writes voluptously in our souls

are only  these roses murmuring,
These roses

growing  from the lamps of our meditations.

My pen revisits

the obscure swamps, the precipices

where the craftsmen of light

pound within the furnaces of our souls

throwing sparks

to forge

an universe for our being.

And

all that i write is already written

by the goldeness of fleeting stars.

i translate
these elevations

held in glorious ephemeral instances.

The self kneels on a carpet of light
to kiss the face of love.

Know this then,
Your entire self

is an unfolding poem

raining

against a quiet heaven of light.

Like sheaves of wheat they sway

gracefully in gratitude
to the songs of their own being

This Something  stirs in 
silence 

And as often i begin my phrases with ' This'.

i wondered why

i wondered if or as if
the god in my heart bid me to dispose of everything else

in order to be in the immediacy of the moment
discarding everything, stop the overlooking
skipping, hopping....

This is what  ' This ' means to me.



To summon the totality of myself
without leaving a single particle behind

to summon myself to the vortex of the Present.
With the same straightening obedience 
when the grass sees the Sunrise.

And Today,
This sunlight playing in the meadows of my Solitude
i cannot tell how beautiful it is....

If dying is like this
let me tell you
Let me die.

What has been taken from me comes back
with different faces and voices
It comes back through the
sunshining on the green leaves
as it might in winter
when the ground is cold and frozen on an
unknown day.

what has been taken away from me
whatever i thought i had lost
comes back with so much beauty that it hurts



i still see it
my childhood walking in my fully adult feet
eyes dazzled by whatever
it saw then
still sees now dazzling

with its happy smile given from nowhere or perhaps
from God's own infancy.

Whatever has been taken from me
shows itself
peeps out from soothing rocks and waterfalls of my soul

At times after a tired day
i sit on the porch
the evening light comes in
and i fall asleep
it is there i am
in the music
within the quietness awakening from another dawn.

You sprinkle in my thoughts today

Spring sways deliciously in the wind  
And 
my thoughts fly yonder to you, 

 Faltering 
amidst the fondest memories 

of how strangely we 
have given our love to each other, 

 How the farthest and nearest bonds are entwined... 

wondering ridiculously why these unmet feelings still have meaning.

i reckon somehow 
some kind of your beauty still continues to haunt me,

Have i known you  from beyond  
the timeless designs. 

 Solemnly, hither i walk 
amidst the tall grass of these flowering woods 
whilst thoughts of you fills me with all kind of aches.

Towards you i come and go 
without your knowing.
while whispers pine within phrases and i can't pen

Sighingly I tell the stars that your light is 
far too sublime than any 
arising in my knowing.
 
May these words bring something of who i am at
 your doorstep though ghostly they might be. .. 
as anything interfered by light would be.

In the meanwhile we both shall meander, 

each
in our garden of Silence 
just wondering about each other 
inspite of the naught around us

For You my Love 
i 've untied the sun today 
and bound them in my words 

so you might behold this heart 
vain of any shadow.

Be safe, Be loved...