Onoma

Onoma Dec 2014

Your body language
tunneled
light-years...
with blinding presence.
Flow-ers said their
peace silently...
to pay homage to
them-selves.

Onoma Dec 2014

Advancing Circle

As December gives
herself to
the advancing circle...
may the shape
of her final thought
be centered in peace...
on this our Mother Earth.

Onoma Dec 2014

Red-mime of No-time

Across the earth
hearts are beating...
red-mime of no-time
simultaneity.
Body-galaxy to
bodhi-galaxy...space
enough for ecstasy.

Dec 2014

vamsi sai mohan

An unbounded proposal

Somewhere after the nothingness and
antecedent to this somethingness,
Where you and me aren't two but an absolute one,
Where you and me aren't distinguishable by any means and no means,
And Where the time is unleashed from the unboundedness,
I want you to come to there with me consciously,
And that's where we will stay forever....ever...

Inspired by Chris weallans "Meditation" poem...though I have changed it entirely but the thought sprouted from his unrelentingly beautiful words....

Dec 2014

vamsi sai mohan

I am not done yet...

Only when I am done giving,I can ask you for something in return..
But my love is a constant giving process..and
it gives me no room for asking u back...
The more I exude,the more I generate...
love is something that I generate and I am generating it constantly leaving me no space and time to think of whether u r giving back to me...
Shiva has given me this that is not exploitative by nature...and I am in eternal debt to him.

Onoma Dec 2014

Counterpointed by Amazing Graces

A farmhand skips the afar of the perceiving
end...a jittery candle-lit sun reenters the
chased oils of its pastoral painting.
A teetering haunt fleshed out...to see
through the sense of place...a movement
of images that will never be seen.
An inflection of a voice that will never be
heard...the imperceptible relationship
between opacity and transparency.
Forever to be taken away by he/she...
merely passing through...passing away...
a farmhand skips the afar of the perceiving
end...open endedly.
A jittery candle-lit sun reenters the chased
oils of its pastoral painting...a bird's ellipse,
counterpointed by amazing graces.

Inspired by a random painting that hung in my grandmother's house, I used to get utterly lost in it.