Thoughts

knots free

flowering from the well being of a silent mind

walking without any direction not wanting to know where i m going

life and love beheld in the same face

opens the gateway to poetry

everything is perfect

to celebrate

to day.

everything is sitting beneath the peaceful shadows of my soul tree

White lotus morning

i greet your lake of silence
and sit beside you to inhale the perfume of your stillness

Where your fingertips touch
the air hangs perfumed by red roses.
The vast heaven is a crumpled sheet of paper
that i pick up from your basket.
On a piece of blue sky you lift your half finished sentence alive in its silence.
But, you begin again in soft sunbeams to inscribe Love's feverish murmurs
while spellbound dawns eagerly leave their homes to become syllables of your soul.
Astounded, i watch how easy it is for you to pluck stars from the sky like fruits from night's orchards.
You don't have to tell me
i know how you feel about love.

Infinite is motionless as you step into my heart

You,the bride of my soul

amidst the noise of silence a cool morning opens the sky

Your parted lips in curtains of smiles

while in golden light dwells your presence.

Infinity stands motionless to watch you become my poem

Poppies in red silences

Lover,sweet Lover, why do you wear these garments of anguish ?

What torments shatters the pupils of your eyes

Whose battles rages mercilessly in your silences

while this lotus peacefully dances in perfect stillness

a sacred shadow envelops you so lovingly

and from your storms a million suns rise.

Here,
far away from you, my Beloved,
i walk
through the folliages of autumn
watching
indigo storms pacing with thunderbolts in their hands
and as i bend to pick up a leaf
a colourful feather of an angel
falls on my shoulder.
The same as the one that sprouted out of your silence.
Ever since i know how sweetly you speak.

i see you in everything, my Beloved
in everything you are
how can anyone touch this stillness
when you and i
are kissed by each others intensities.

This evening
The ink in my pen is -- your presence
filled with moonlight

The night is a sheet of paper where words crawls like ants
from a pot of jam.

Beloved,
Between you and me
everything is an endless possibility.

Did'nt i say to you
i could stitch the sky to your soul
without disturbing who you are.