you presented yourself
like an open book to me,
shedding all your celibacy.
you vitiated me with the
idea of cognizing you.
I am beyond the hope
of quenching my soul.
  The more I know you, 
 the more I crave for you.
You are a book,  
and I am reading you
between and beyond
the lines

they look at me
and see me
as I am deprived from
the love of God.
And I envision
God in
everything

At the silhouette of dawn
she pointed her finger
towards the sun and
whispered good morning to me,
When i wanted to stay in the night
and gaze into her eyes
and envision the moon...

Have anthologized every
cerebration of mine,
finding myself snared in
dogmatic mysteries of cosmos.
My cognitive contents are
razing & vitiating,
leaving a brobdingnagian lacuna.
Striving to surmount it but,  
incapable of sating  the one that
domiciliates within
my èlan vital.

you try to search
beauty in complexities
of nature....
when it takes a
SPECK OF DUST
to beautify you
for eternity

I will be wandering in the streets of un-named lands.
Among unknown people , will i be sheltering.
In the labyrinth of strange cultures and rituals.
Yes, that is what i'll be doing.
Careless & free of bonds travelling the lands like a wanderer.
Joy & peace will be my
profits of trade.
My fate will see no destination
only the journey.