Creativity -- is it boredom silenced

How else to love you

How else do you expect me to love you
If not by stepping into your soul
If not by seeing through your eyes.
If not by gathering and ungathering
The vallies and mountains where all the rivers of your hearts
sing in silence.

How else can i kiss you
If not by undoing your desires in my mouth.
If not by spreading your fragrance on my skin.
If not by delivering and surrendering
so that all of you and me can just be one.

Your loveliness lives inside me

Do you realise
that only your loveliness lives inside me.
At last
the real sun rises out of that love.
The petals falling on your hair as the wind blows
Are'nt those from the jasmines creeping in your backyard.
But from this man from India
From his own heart.

When did the battle field become a gardern.

Here
the sun rises
to change the face of humanity
by changing something in you.

Something
in you has changed.
I know this
because the dawn rises in your eyes
and
the night sleeps in your silence.

All the screams in your heart
has become flowering silences.
and your Silence - the most beautiful gardern.

Namaste; my soul.

Walk towards the stillness of your heart
and sit still.

Watch the mind rivers flow
from the hills of your consciousness

there's nothing to fill.

Faces

This night many faces surrounds me
Love faces; soul faces; dream faces; lost faces;
Pain faces; punished faces; lamenting faces;
Strong faces; proud faces; numb faces;
Sky faces; Tree faces; wind faces.
River faces; rain faces; stone faces.
But there was one who came smiling and kissed me.

On an abandoned path stones shine in the moonlight.

On an abandoned path
stones shine in the moonlight
Soft warm breeze
dries your kisses on my skin
Your imprints are all over me
Traces of your passages;
places and refuges you 've freshly dug in my body.
Deeper within
travels your voices;
your breath;
your murmurs;
your ecstatic silences;
your odour;
your plundering splendiferous storms.

Perched on a tree
i watch the night .
In her obscurities
everything is rendered so beautiful
By glowing
luminous heavenly ejaculations.

I surrender to this wellbeing -consumed by the infinite
Tonight
i'm drunk with the sublime
And silence walks in my soul.
On an abandoned path
the stones shine in the moonlight

Not Buddhas but garbages.

Plato ; Socrates; or what the Buddha said,
Now like tuberculosis, coughed germs
Mucus and blood
Semen putrified in bits and thread
Lay on the library shelf dusty and dead.
After probing between the woman's thighs
A retarded baby is pulled out to die
And a lisping poet sighs;
Those hearts , like graveyards in silence cry
Time is such , the youth and age
Prefers not Buddhas , but garbage.


Nb: Not offending anyone in particuler....felt the smutty morning-- all need not be spiritual or sycophantically virtuous,.... sometimes the otherside of schizo helps the writings to feel wonderfully obscene.....which side of schizo i would'nt know???!

Devour me darkness.

Devour me Darkness
till you and i are one;
The arrows in my chest
cannot be undone

So you believe
as you squeeze my throat
My limp body
in the space shall float

Let your arrows wound
the life in my sky
While lights within me
fade like a cry
Whatever stirs
from the mock in your eyes
like a torn leaf
on the roadside shall die.

Devour me Darkness
before i annihilate you
A millions suns in me renew
The seeds dilate- not from my bones
From the living silence -how they have grown
Melting the soul in every stone

Every voice ; every word -like a samorai sword
the flooded meanings - a stampeding herd
Gallop to invade every part of thee
Yet, through you i know
i become 'me'.