Memories without remedies 

long for Spring.

Aquarelle skies,
Lethargic 

above the cedars,
the smokey grey thickens
as though, 

everything true 

stirs out from its melancholy.



Everything aches, 

stiffles in my soul, 
not a word will murmur.

My note book, my pen, and i 

thriving to relate, 
And nothing happens.

So
i watch the rain; knees tucked on the couch
with a bowl of steaming hot tea.

In circumstances such as this, 

a cup of tea has unexpected graces, unexpected virtues, 

almost 

spiritually redeeming;

Spirituality sometimes can 

sit in a cupful of flavours . 

In those tea leaves, 

an ascending fragrance 

drawn from Earth's own Soul set into my whole being.


Today,  
is one of those days 

where the warmth in the tea 

had all its meanings.
Anything done with depth responds equally in a deep manner; 

Even drinking Tea.

Dramatically, 
it transforms all your sighs into a love letter.
Shifting you into your sunlights.

Roots crackle within you,
Moving
like the prana from your hara, 

synchronsing 

with everything that hides behind - stones, streams and laughter.

You came to refuge yourself

on a blank page 

End up

celebrating

the purity of life.

A sip of tea.



.

 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.