Her wild tangled hair,
wearing a halo of  evening sunlight
like a majestic crown,
goes haywire,
when a sudden guest of wind,
in the manner of a ***** lover
play with it,
in every which way
one can imagine.
Waves of scent,
of freshly cut lemongrass,
emanating from her auburn tresses,
light wild fire
in his thoughts,
as they go down the hill,
through the narrow path
lined with trees full of roosting birds,
to the clearing in the forest
where stands
the lone hunters' lodge
where they'd spend the night.

.

The kaleidoscopic view one perceives,
the material world (and its proclivities)
is the architecture of five senses,
along with the juggler, cognitive mind.

Beyond the shores of the river,
frothing, foaming, flowing mind,
sits the tiger, eyes glowing,
infinite, cosmic consciousness,
ready to eat every illusory construct,
liberate, self and proclaim
"There are no two, everything in cosmos is one"

The benevolent tiger watches the space,
we think real,
                       its eyes unblinking, waiting,
for the igneous moment of merging
sitting beyond the other shore of mind,
it wordlessly assert,"Time is imagined"

Enlightenment, the door to
transcendence  opens
only beyond the realm of time
When the tiger leaps across
and makes its ****,
the door to eternal light is opened,

The tiger is deaf to pleas and demands,
this hunter hunts preys of his choice,
at that moment of alchemy,
the tiger will appear from nowhere,
as savior, obliterator of illusions.
He enters through the door,
of silver morning light.

When you feel like dying,
Would you still be able to smile and say,
"I'm fine!"?

Whenever I'm asked,
"I'm fine" is always my reply,
Though deep inside, I'm screaming -
"Help!"
"Anyone?"
"Please?"

Inside me is a young lady
Feeling that much pain daily
But tells no one about it
And keeps on pretending everything is just fine.

Due to my debilitating health
I can't do much of the things I wanna do,
Always restricted -
Always being protected.

To live for me is to struggle,
Struggling hard to keep my heart beating,
To keep on breathing.

Sometimes,
I wonder,
Would it be better to give up
And just let death take over my body
'Coz, honestly,
I have been so tired of fighting -
Tired of struggling hard.

But I don't want anyone to notice
How much pain I'm feeling
'Coz I don't want to keep them worrying.

So whenever someone asked how do I feel,
I'll just say "I'm fine"
And flash a smile
Reassuring them that I'm really just fine.