There isn't a place for us
to exist in the day.
The magnanimous sun reveals too much
for common eyes to see.

But come night,
dimmed lamps be our aide.

We sink into each other
with little reservation.
We overlap, intertwine
and merge.

Inadvertently blending
into darkened backdrops,
we get absorbed in our very own
shadowplay.

For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.

And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.

You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.

Every tick,
my clock drips,
my eyes leak,
with heavy lids.

Yes, I was sick. . .
and they left me,
when I was weak.

The friends I thought,
were for real,
only spend time for chills.

I'm not cool,
but never a fool.
I just want this life's
better piece.

To give me someone
who never kills,
a heart so frail, as me.

A man,
a lifetime friend.
My missing puzzle piece.
That everlasting kiss!

Who could promise:
"  *In sickness and in health with me  "

But in all of these,
I know, 
God is with me.

" Always giving . . .    
. . . always watching, "

**Making a better backstory.

T  r  u  e       l  o  v  e  
Could subsist,
Without a hug,
Without a kiss,
Just two hearts that co-exist.

How I hope,
It never gets old.
The   l  ♡  v  e   inside,
That's never been told.

Whirlwinding into a
  warm, sudden updraft
last, pink, pale petals
find each other, swirling....
Blushing once,
they flutter down,
  brushing the earth,
nesting back into gravity.

High above the Holy River Ganges
where the water flows like Brahman itself,
  is an ancient cave, a place of sacred pilgrimage.

Entering silently, our small gathering
sat together, meditating here where the great
sage himself transcended in deep samadhi.

Wrapped in warm shawls, dhotis and saris,
eyes closed gently in the stony half-light.

Early hours had seen us awake, readying
for this auspicious day, and the sleepiness
of a little child began to overtake me.

With that same innocence, a childlike feeling,
I curled down into a woolen bundle, asleep
in the inner depths of that holy, dark place.

Sleep was sleep, and not sleep,
as awareness shone within me.

Limitless akasha unfolded inside me now,
and the ground where I rested expanded
into that same unbounded, cosmic space.

From far beneath the cool, damp earth,
a radiance travelled into my small frame.

Renewing energy suffused and blessed me.

Bowing in my heart, I touch the lotus feet
of Maharishi Vashistha. His darshan
shines on into our present day, and
throughout all of Ved Bhumi Bharat.