in the mirror
of a blood shot full moon
i glimpsed thy beauty
not the physical you
but a reflection,
where that angelic smile
has been wiped clean
by stealthy time
the cracks
on the surface
gave away
the pain of your solitude!
remember,
your beauty will
shine into eternity
only as long as my reflection
stays firmly in your heart
for without question
my dear,
despite your distance
I alone can give you
your true sense of I
© 2018
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
under a neon blur
in a karaoke bar
loneliness
desperately seeks
company
not even tequila
with bitter lemon rinds
wipes clean
the solitary foot print
left behind
in the sands of time
of an unrequited love
a chilling silence...
buried memories...
anesthetized pain...
are all that remain
between
empty shot glasses
© 2018
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
filling
that great divide
between
total faith and veritable doubt
i reside as
pure luminescence
the primal seed
behind all existence
my dance
gives the boson
its mass
i am that i am
truth, existence and bliss
intuited by sages
to be the ultimate reality
© 2018
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
#me too
just groped by a president or two
#me too
just ***** by a senator or two
#me too
just fondled by a celebrity or two
#me too
just pinched by a pervert too
#me too
where you care not
to seek consent
cos I'm a woman
and therefore branding me
to be "on sale too"
© 2017
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
a black cobra
with a raised hood
slithers
around his blue neck
gaping in awe
at the primordial being
adorned with
a crescent moon
on his matted locks
even
the dance of the atom
comes to a standstill
pausing
to catch a glimpse
of his half-smile
delivered out of pure compassion
for all human-kind,
so caught up
in their pettiness
missing the bigger picture
© 2017
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
from
deep within
his tawny matted locks
adorned with
a perfect crescent moon,
her epic journey
begins
ancestors belonging
to a great lineage,
cleansed
by her whimsical flow
as millions take
soul-stirring dips
in her crystal-like
icy waters,
they worship her
with melodic hymns,
and decorated lamps
every step of the way
© 2017
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
We take this moment
To offer
A heartfelt prayer,
For the many odes
Seeded in the
Mind-womb of poets
Worldwide,
Which never made it
To birth
Aborted
Along the way
For equally
Good and bad reasons
© 2017
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
to the cosmic nomad
wandering
from one end of the universe
to the other
riding his faithful bull
with no place to call home
except
the heart of the pure devotee,
i offer
one bilva leaf
with
all my love...
© 2017
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
i-con-i-c means
i con (you)
(and) i (see)
(that the con's working well!)
no iconic brands
that you sport
is a window
into
the real you
true completeness
seldom comes
from
boutiques of glamour,
but discovered
from a deep dive within
to find
the real "I"
© 2017
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
my poetic joss
seems
to have run out
for now.
this patch of dry ink,
feels like a bee,
visiting flower to flower,
only to find no honey
oh goddess of poetry!
when will thou
take a seat
on the tip of my tongue
for the river of poetry
to flow freely?
© 2017
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC