Transfiguration

 

There is an indefinable nobility

and dignity in one’s soul,--

the scented core of

one’s essential being,

despite all the

muck, dirt and foul smell

on the surface,

Allow it to come

a bit closer to you,

first in thoughts,

Reading can help you in this;

talking to nice people too;

opening in the unbounded

confession box of nature also,

Then slowly over a gentle

and slow period of time,

you can still bring it closer

to your seat,--

this body vessel,

You can bring it into action,

It then is like

holding a fragrant most flower

in your hand,

And then you smile

in consonance with your soul.

Suppliant-stony & Bitter-sweet

 

Delicious flavor of freedom

lingering in her eyes,

The only way to taste it

was

through her lips,

Loving warmth tingled

in her body,

Giving a feeling of vast space

in her intense embrace.

Spurting, seam-bursting sorrow

 

The night sky looks so close

and so big

from the top of this mountain,

I peer into it

and read the

voluminous story of betrayal

written with splashy font

in her twinkling eyes.

Freedom Vs Imprisonment

 

A part of me

lost touch with life,

A door was shut

upon a little alley of life,

Then I was blind to

that aspect of life

which the little alley carried

in its journey to the main street.

But whenever a door opens,

a part of your soul comes out

to mix with

a lovely piece of art, architecture,

pattern, design,--

man-made or

self-evolved

on the canvas of nature.

The hunted hunter

 

We are less human

than we think

in our need of love,

We are nearer to raw,

animalistic aspect of nature

as we go hunting our own needs,

which we present as

the selfless bouquet of love.

During our hunt

we carry oldest, pristine fears

and like little animals

we seek safety

in the cave of love.

Nature

 

Once the mind-noise stops,

it opens a door

to the deep melody of soul,--

Nature which is the sum of

all the lesser sums.

Vagrant virtues

 

Her smile

spreading into the sad air;

her laughter

a ripple in still waters;

her words

an assurance in chaos;

her touch

bringing life to a heart

that had turned rock.

 

A sad, soft and beautiful touch.

 

A succulent transparency in her whisper

bringing light into sorrow-swept eyes;

repairing a leaking heart,--

a check dam on the stream of pain.

 

Her soft but alert presence

filling the unfillable restless void.

 

Washed with her memory

here I stand

happy and sad

with all that is

good and bad.