The juice of life

Dry branches just fretfully shake and bow

to the wind's playful shove,

Leafy green branches gyrate and sway

even to the pulls of stormy winds.

The juice of life.

It's playful,

mischievous,

swaying.

Her query

She asked me,
How thou be? 
And I had to flash a smile 
and hide the pain's guile,
Then I reply,
I'm fine,
Drunk with life's liberating wine,
Enjoying the summer's shine.

My own love

My very own is my love,
It has nothing to do
with yours my dove,
And now when I realize this,

there is a gentle surge of bliss,

I own, accept and embrace

the soft brace

of my own love,

and welcome it,

without a bit

of expectations from the interest of my love,

my determined dove.

The beauty of a new day,

a fresh ray

makes me forget my pain

beyond expectations and gain

and makes me smile,

above jealousy and guile,

A cool morning opens,

A fresh day of karma beckons,

I take full responsibility for my love

without bothering what does my dove.

I see and be with the now

with an accepting bow,

And the world changes for the better,

The clods of pain shatter,--

A lovely bird in my little garden,

A white-browed fan-tail flycatcher,

It sallies like a butterfly

to catch the irksome house fleas,

A beautiful bird,

Friendly, flirtatious hoops and loops.

Comes then a sound

above the human hound,

A solitary sarus crane

comes sailing through the air

with its trumpeting call sharp but fair,

I hope it hasn't got a love-fall,

It's amazing to see a sarus crane,

It's a symbol of love and fidelity,

The traits getting lost among we humans,

But the big bird holds it aloft,

The emotions soft

in a world hard

gets a smile the bard. 

 
 

Unripe for love

You spurn love
and its soft, supportive shove,
You think in love you are,

but maybe you are just at war

within yourself,

And instead of love

you are looking for pain;

through habitual suffering want to attain

the same painful past and addictive gain;

just a repetition of the past,-- 

cries, separation suffering.

Maybe you aren't yet

prepared to receive love,

rather you are scared of it,

The deep, habituated pain in you

is uncomfortable with fresh, new day's dew,

You are scared that

the love's warm rays

will reach where the suffering brays,

and melt it

with its divine hit.

Is it just about 

the partners being wrong?

Maybe you are unripe

and take another swipe

to clean and declutter the past,

Maybe you are just 

running away from your bitterness,

So how can you embrace

with full grace

love's sweet grasp?

Maybe you aren't yet ready to receive love

with grace, humility and dignity,

I just pray for you

and feel your pain,

Travel you well and ripen,

then receive and welcome love

at your doorstep o my dove. 

    

Hope

 There is always hope,

As long as nature holds the rope

through its smile pure, 

Survive we will for sure!

Taking a deeper control of the Self

 Being true to one's intrinsic nature is no weakness. If you happen to be a person dominated by feelings, don't underestimate your heart. Feelings have longer roots to one's real self. Thoughts are utilitarian ripples on the egoistic surface. They have their utility though. Mind is just a faculty that has the potential to create something out of life. But still it's a utility, a skill. Heart is what we are. Controlling mind breeds a healthy outer life, which surely supports peace and joy inside. Nurturing heart gives us a joyful inner life. Mind is predominantly a trigger mechanism operating basically on our fears. It's merely a tool to survive, but not us. Go guys go...have a pleasant joyride with your feelings...and use mind for survival in the the forest that life is...best wishes💐👍🏻🙏🏻

Spring

 Flowers are abloom 

in springy riotous passion. 

Snow melting on the peaks 

and the valleys abuzz with 

fresh leaves and regenerated dreams. Colorful birds spraying chirpy notes around. 

Come fella come!

Come out of dispassion and cavernous glum!

Dance

O thou beautiful woman,
your charmingly feminine undulations
make me feel
the pulsation of life in my being.
Yes, undulations are a lovely part of
the feminine polarity,
It keeps that vibration
that soft rhythm
that lovely push
which defines life and living,
If not for this,
everything will be just passive
like a stone.
Your ripples across the
froze clods in my heart
bring it back to
even more sensitivities of life.
Thanks for being present in my being,
Feel my presence in you,
For a shared dance--
a dance the way you want it. 
 

An innocent desire

Yours is a lovely soft heart,
Just looking for affection
and a caring touch.
That's the least

a heart can desire,

I respect its innocent need

and try my best to

touch your life

as best as it's possible for me,

Of course, mine seeks the same

and you do the same for me.

 

A touch of desire and mischief

My heart's sandy beach
always awaits thy tidal reach
to bring it back to life;

to feel thy pleasant strife,

The lifeless grains of sand

dance with joy as you land

upon my beached self,

You, caress, shove, swipe

and cuddling full and ripe,

You rearrange the boring design,

You carry the experience 

of the seas far away

with its countless wavy sway

and jostle, heave your breast

lifefully on my chest,

Seeks your fickle self some rest,

A sea of possibilities your your breast,

You bring a noise 

that sees through the sandy silence,

You kiss the grains of my being

with your salty, effervescent lips,

You sway

and make hay,

massaging me with your fluidity

and stormy charms,

Then you slip out of my pining arms,

heartlessly recede and go away

far into the depths of the sea,

And I look alone and forlorn,

waiting for your return

to bring me again back to life.

 

The Night

 

Lipstick on Her dark face,

arriving like a sweet seductress

to embrace us all for rest, repose and sleep,

For many promises to keep,

Welcome o thou lovely Night!

Help me in my very own fight!

Love Sutra

The shape of my love 

is like water. 

It will fill up 

any vessel you hold...

The shape of my love

My love is like water,

It'll change, adapt, reshape

and lovingly drape

around thy teasing feminine shifts

and sometimes testing drifts

and still more enchanting, innocent trips

of your lovely, deep heart,

Filling it with light would be an art.

My love is like a river

and won't shiver

on coming across

the stones of your pain

scattered on your path,

It'll gently curve around

and caress, hug and surround

with its embracing fluidity.

It's dancing and in flow,

Carrying its joyous glow,

It knows one's heart is not a fixed cast,

Rather it's a panorama vast,

Where highs and lows give blast,

The heart is reshaping and reborn ever,

But my love pure though is yet clever

to go into the chambers where you need

a nourishing emotional feed.

It doesn't expect a smooth ride,

It feels your heaving tide, 

But it'd enjoy a walk by your side,

It would be lovely to flop,

rise and drop

along crests and troughs of your waves,

This up and down it craves.

It'll flow like air

across your hair,

It'll be always eager to touch 

with excitement much

all the colors and layers of your being.

It's enough and full

and always there with its pull,

It wants you to rise,

be free and touch all highs.

Why is it so happy to be such?

Ecstatic and joyous much,

Because now it can dance

as if in a holy trance,

It can see itself through you,

A glinting fresh drop of dew

on your petalous smile.    

Cosmic dance... fluidity

 Here, the last remains of the day; 

There, a new day's first ray.

 It's never about beginning or end.

Just a handover, 

a mere transition, 

a process, 

a continuity.