nature in white gown,
on cold waves dancing fat cats-
farce of poverty.

you were,
and I was,
and the darkness,
as blanket wrapping,
us in its depth,
the brightness,
of you heart,
and brightness,
of my heart,
the stars who were,
peeping in you and me,
the innocence,
the love,
the fear,
and separation,
your heart,
and my heart,
dancing upon the waves,
the tears,
the emotions,
you were,
going deep,
through my eyes,,
in me,
and I was going deep
in you,
through your eyes,
the angel and fairies of,
love inspiring,
to you and me,
souls from the bodies,
came out to meet,
were it you or me,
or love.

golden bangle shine
on wrinkled wrist of woman
contrast of life-

I am the duffer,
in the realm of intellect,
endlessly burdened.
I am the duffer,
a murmur
I caught from society's lips,
softly whispering,
echoing in my ears,
I am the duffer.
In the workplace,
fulfilling my obligations,
my colleagues surrounded me,
murmuring, "The boss knows,
this man is a duffer."
I sensed, through
glances and gestures,
what they implied,
I am the duffer.
I pondered the trees,
wondering why they exist,
what purpose they serve;
they proclaimed clearly,
in the fresh air,
but I couldn't grasp it,
as I know,
I am the duffer.
The universe speaks a language,
communicating with all,
yet I remain lost,
for I don’t understand
because, I am the duffer.
The flowers sing sweetly,
the birds twirl and sway,
the monkeys play games among the trees,
but I can’t decipher it,
because,
I am the duffer.

You don't deserve my tears
But I deserve to let myself cry

Oh, Poet! hear the songs of wild casts,
shed all the feathers of civilization,
life is itself marijuana,
love is itself marijuana,
life is  the cup of marijuana
full of up-to-the-brim,
dive deep into the sea of life,
drink every drop of  it with devotion,
devotion is marijuana,
be a devotee faithful,
faith is marijuana,
have deep faith in all mighty,
the nectar of faithfulness,
begets from the core of devotions
of devotees is more and more,
powerful than marijuana,
oh Women be a mother
to be a mother is marijuana,
having a little one in the lap
is not more than marijuana?
life is marijuana,
the matter you smoke
for momentary salvation,
is nothing more than slavery,
make an endeavor to go deep
and deepest into you,
make yourself free within yourself,
the freedom from within,
and liberation from without,
open the treasury of marijuana,
within everflowing, perpetual spring,
Oh, the disappointed fellow from the world,
move to nature,
see with open eyes.
the miracle everywhere,
seeing will dose you with marijuana,
your stress,
your problems,
all are nothing but
your lack of faith in life,
in the life maker,
the marijuana from the plant
is a way of running away,
from your ultimate way,
from your core.
you are a seeker of marijuana,
your true self is marijuana,
but lost outside in search
eating pants in madness
leave with mindfulness,
be enlighted, be meditated.
no problem will remain unsolved.