Charmed

One thread holds me back,
Like a golden rule that must be observed.
The strength of an ox and the will of a man’s
Is all void to this silken strand.
Like faith that moves mountains, It allows me to fly.
Sure is its grip whilst I soar and
Strong is its chiding when I glide into an abyss.
The mightiest is quelled at its heart,
Such is a man’s heart charmed by beauty.

Grace

You shower me with your grace,
but I receive it but with my little hands.

Your greatest gift.

You sit on a throne,
Above me, but by a whisker.
Unsung go my little actions.
In vain are my juvenile overtures.
Isn’t this your greatest gift?
I have been saved from a weak and unsure desire.

Come, sit with me for a moment....

I am working, toiling, like
I am rowing to the end of the world.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.

The world can wait,
Time can waste itself,
My work can be done, but later.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.

Let my face be perched opposite your perfection.
Let my soul soar as it senses beauty.
Let my heart flutter at the thought.
Let my eyes view their purpose.
Let my mind lose itself.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.

A strange posture....

You hold me in your arms,
My arms envelope you,
Our eyes are locked.
We gaze into our lives.
A strange posture this for me.
Someone with me, in my room,
Who does not share it, or need it.
I dare not give,
I dare not ask.

Evenings....

There were evenings when
I had the moon beside me.
My gazing eyes would be glazed
At its perfection. Raptures.
The Gods were dancing and
The clouds were musing.
The food would be an afterthought.
The mind would bring my soul’s food.
There was a starry lane where I would stop
Thinking. I would be consumed by a spirit
And yet consume would my own.
Thus would an evening end,
In spiritual ecstasy and
A heavy set feeling of responsibility.

My Smile

My mind is clouded,
Shrouded by its thoughts,
But you as a thought stand out
Like a beacon to this lost sailor.

I hear the world with its many voices,
But you drown out the crowd with your silent whisper.

I am touched by a thousand hands,
But you touch me as a tender memory.

I am rendered parched by solitude,
But you drench me like a rain bearing cloud.

I am helpless to my emotions,
And you come to me as my pacifying spirituality.

I am stuck with my theories,
And you come as the season’s first breeze.

I am tired of life,
And you occur to me as an unsaid prayer.

I see a thousand things,
And you come to me as a woman.

I say a million words,
And you come to me as my poetry.

My mind is clouded,
Shrouded by its thoughts,
And you come to me as my smile.

.........

How does it feel....
To be on your own,
No direction, no home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone.....

The Storm and The Sands

Like the storm which bears down
Upon peace to become peace,
Your thoughts come to me
To become one with me.
The conscious thinks not about you.
Your shadow is shown like a light
In my heart, that which is followed.
Footprints on the sands dream
Of permanence. But who dares
Define its form, that which flows
Free as the wind itself? Who can
Prophesize the whims of the winds?
But prayers may be done,
Sacrifices effected and pain taken.
The rose plant within me has
Taken roots, but it blooms not now.
Who dares doubt my patience?

Free Falling

Feels like I want something
Desperately that is within
My reach and my hands are tied.
I struggle against the rope and
Yet Loving it. Sweet helplessness.
Free falling all this time,
Spiralling towards my destiny.

Shoreless, but not windless....

My waves are within me.
Shoreless, but not windless.
They take me to the land.
And back I go to the seas.
Lonely the seas are.
Winds are the catalysts,
The sun and the moon my companions.
The wind welcomes me to the highs,
Stirring me to my Godly embodiment.
Letting me be my glorious conqueror.
I fall back to my brooding, wavy self,
Only to long for the winds
To carry me, to hold me…..
One more time, yet one more time…..

No more I

My lips touch those feet.
My temples perspiring under the achievement.
My tears blinding me to ecstasy.
I would have lived my life.
No goal unachieved.
No land unexplored.
No pleasure deprived of.
No moment unfinished.
No more longing.
No more me, but You.
No more I, but God.

An Ode to the Love for a Woman.....

I am blinded by the spectres
Floating over my head and
I am drawn to you by an
Inner force I cannot deny.

I was free as a bird, riding
The currents high. I was
Like a lost thought. I was
Like a fantastic dream,
Fantasizing for its pleasure.

Then you captured my fancy.
I became intoxicated. I drank
The poison from the golden
Chalice. I found me kissing
The hand that hits me.

I am now unchained, free again.
But in a strange land........
Which road shall I travel?

My freedom has been restored.
Will you now accept me as a
Willing companion? Will you
Accompany a youth who spends
His days like a lone eagle and
His nights like a restless lion
In the heartland of the deserts?

Will you own me, but not possess me?
By taking my body and not my heart?

Then there is my hand - grasp it
With your beautiful hand and
Here is my Body - embrace it with
Your loving arms; and here are my
Lips - bestow upon them a
Deep and dizzying kiss.......

An Ode to Longing

I protect you in my heart.
Its walls your fortress, its
Forbearance your moat deep.
From within am I shaped,
Forged mighty and strong.
From within am I beautiful.
From within do I see God.
From within do I love.
From within do I value.
You are the fire in me,
And you are the smith.
Hitting me with pangs of
Hunger, making me yearn,
And yet grinding me sharp,
Polishing me to a shine, and
Launching me in my path,
To my destiny, far, far away.

Darkness

Light, you come but in flashes;
And darkness, O great you are.
You show the value of light
And the rainbows. But for you,
Would there be consciousness
And would there be a conscience?
What makes the light makes you,
Woven from the black fibers of
Our hearts, its juvenile ignorance.
The animal wakes in your company
And hunts in his primal hunger.
In dreams do we see our dreams.
Of that which we could attain,
The heights which we can soar.
In your hold, we see the Gods.
We fly like the kite sans a bond.

Perfection

I see the perfection in You,
which i strive to be, of that
which inspires me, to be bigger
and higher in spirit. With the
chalice in my hand, I stand now
in a stance of pride, it full of
the manna called life. What i have
learnt is a way of life, what has
been thrust to me is a philosophy.
Oh...how i drank, how i want more.
What a happiness lingers in my heart.
Yes, Man can stand in perfection.

To the world i go.....

I sat there, in the sands,
By the river. I leave today,
Headed for home, to another
World, from my sojourn here.
It's magic, yes it is. The
Silence's mystique sending
Shivers down my spine, with
God I seek respite, I opine.
The fireflies are here, and so
Are the frogs. For them it's a
New night, after the twilight.
For me, the last touch with a
Place I love. I look up to the
Gods. I split the sky in two.
To my right, a star is shone,
Glowing in solitary splendor,
Towering above its dark décor.
To my left is the moon and its
Wonderful nymphs, the little
Stars. As I walk away today,
To the world at large, I wonder,
Do I take the left or the right?
Right I could, to the lone star
In my sky, dance with it in
A cosmic ecstasy. Left I could,
To the many, to no one in full,
But to live like a speck of cosmic
Dust. I take the right, to the lone
Star, to glow with it, to be bright,
As the star itself. Distinct I will be,
High up there, perfect and precious,
Distant, yet proud I will be.

It rains on....

You, who drenched me,
In your pour of loveliness,
Every drop signing your
Sweet name on the hard
Wood of my heart, to leave
My soul carved in the intricate
Fashion thus. Making me
The delicate design of the
Simple maze, in its patterns,
In its beauty. Only to find it
Then, lost in every meaning,
Within itself, not unlike a calf
Lost in a herd, seeking the warm
Bosom. The sun is shone and
I am dry. Burning with the very
Desires that you synthesized, in
A concoction of my emotions.
What a cocktail you made, what
Colors I have seen, the rainbows
I have touched. The old seasons
Are here, a full circle they scribe.
It rains again and how…
I am born again and how…

You smell divine

You smell divine, of a unique
Flower, of the colorful meadow,
Vivid from a distance. Like a
Far away illusion, yet distinct
To the passer by. Like the gentle
Touch of the sanguine grace of
The colorful butterfly, and yet,
Like the whirlwind that rises
From the breeze and weaves its
Magic. Unseating me from my
Diamond throne, as I close my
Gifted eyes, to give your airs
The attention of a moment, in an
Unwavering effort reserved for
Something this pure, which guides
My verses like the Maestro’s baton,
As I dance to the fragrant tune.
Like a balloon pricked by the rose’s
Thorn, wind out of me, as sudden
As the thunder that resounds of the
Meekness of Man before divinity.
The moment passes, the eyes open,
What beauty can surpass what the
Mind sees in you, divine fragrance.

Lo’ behold, there she comes!

My heart skips a beat,
A blunt blow on my ribs,
The wind out of my system,
Breathless I behold the sight.
Reality blurs, even as the scene
Sinks in, like a divine insight.
My heart kneels to the beauty.
My breath returns as an after
Thought, to make me live and
Say the next words. My soul
Descends again from the Gods,
To Man’s. But in a flash of
The turning dials, I have seen
That spark that ignites thoughts,
Creates poets, inspires Man to
Levitate to the heavens. And yet
Be grounded to the Earth’s stables,
Where, the sight beckons me,
Again and again and again……
Lo’ behold, there she comes!