There's beauty in the latent
I will wait, I will be patient

Time is but a metaphor
           nothing exists but the now
           silence banishes every error
           tranquillity rests on the brow-

          the non-attaching, the non-wishing
          the self  in deepest peace it does anchor
          how abundance does abound in nothing
          the rose in bud knows when it should flower

If the mind is quiet
   there's nothing to upset

That which
     is not desired
     is there reason
     for it to be measured?

Follow the natural
not the artificial

...then an opening
without ending
you alone will hear
the divine song as you draw near

in that state of oblivion
all sorrows are forgotten
in the bliss of silence
love blooms in refulgence

It will be easy to repeat
we'd then suspend thinking
the mind is like a mint
currency it would continue printing

such addicted by time compounded
we hardly know the essence of living
night follows day is all we believe in
the persistent grind leads to moral dying.

Still the same as ever before
the over-played and too weary song
memory grinds in subconscious grooves
to the past feelings stubbornly belong

no,  I'll sing such no more
as the silent moments come along
my heart should remake itself
my love shall do no wrong.

The unattached mind is free
       it will escape many a folly

Silence the mind
    enlightenment you will find

Does it make you glad
     if that something you have had?

What is winning
      what is losing?

In not letting go
how would you know?

Happiness doesn't in thought happen
     only when all non-essentials are forgotten

To be plenty
first be empty

When reason
       becomes a prison

Silence
       ends the sentence

Don't rush the rose
it knows when to pose

Zen-
the present
not then

Why do lovers
love songs that are sad?
the latter are but spoilers
surely love should bend towards the glad.

I could give up time
but not you, oh never!
every kiss shall be sublime
oh, don't you leave me ever!

Love could be worse than poison
it flouts every human reason

The perennial habit:
everyone is saying
'I must have it!'.

Mystery
   felt but unseen
   the heart knows not
  it is hidden

Beauty is not just appearance
  it must have the power of endurance

Love is eternal rapture
    that alone you should capture

Think not of legacy
    just live, just be!

If you listen in silence
as each star dies*
you would sense at once
the message in my eyes

for our love is more steadfast-
were all the stars  should starve to demise
a message would be written in the sky
' love is life's most glorious prize'

stars they have feelings too
in loneliness each does melt in cries
the years have wearied them
they have known a million sighs

walk with me tonight by the shore
lend me your heart and your eyes
each kiss we share is better than that before
it will stay in our lips up to sunrise.

The unkindness that marks ten
    is obliterated by the kindness of one
    life's darkness is then dispelled
    it brings glory to the waiting sun

The 'maybe' belongs
    to your unyielding heart
    you bade farewell
    love you tore apart-

     'maybe' is your childish excuse
     a well-crafted devious art
     the betrayal is written in your very  eyes
     I am glad you did depart.

Sleep escapes me tonight, I don't know why
      through my window at the trembling stars I gaze
      music as a sombre Schubertian sonata drifts
      from the distant mountain-- I drift into a daze--

      memory revives-- past love
      resurrects of its accord-- her face
      before me appears as in a strange dream
      how could I forget the first kiss's taste?

I wish I were a *****
      everyone would then leave me alone

Don't you ever think
my cynicism is directed
towards others-- bear in mind
I am not exempted

Such people are in abundant supply
       temptation how could they ever deny?

Cynicism has morality too
         much of what it asserts is true

You, other people
          would break
          not make

Peace you would surely gain
     if from popularity you refrain

I gave my friend away
             I'd have lost everything if I were to stay

None of them ever did ask
      knowing I was unequal to the task

My skills I addressed-
      I failed the test

This is indeed a wise message
  anyone can get into a mess at any age

Engage
not disparage!

I was enraptured
by Chopin's music
my heart it melted
I felt lovesick

you sat at the same row
you gave me a look, furtive and quick
something within me did grow
its message seemed to *****

'twas not love but fancy
which seemed to do the trick
music added mystery
to the heart- into my emotions it began to dig

soon over was the show
you gave me a smile with nothing said
your steps I wanted to follow
but I was too shy and afraid!

Home is where the stomach is
never a meal does it ever wish to miss

In suffering,  every part of our being is crucified
and we live as though in eternal darkness, a state that is beyond words to describe; a crippling sense that is far beyond despair and hopelessness;  we are caged in and cannot escape into freedom; life is denied to us;  all meaning and purpose is irretrievably lost and there is nothing that could redeem us.  

This is the most critical moment in the life of a writer or any artist---can he rise from the ruins of his suffering or would he drown himself in the sea of eternal oblivion?

Poetry is sanctity and religion
      it permeates the heart's deepest region

The poet is moved
    less by joy than sorrow
    he treads on sanctified soil
    his poetry's beauty then begins to glow

Keats suffered beyond endurance
      when he suffered in silence more
      the richest poetry woke from his pain
      heavenly words they began to ceaselessly pour

In many starved moments
when you aren't ready
neither feeling or thought
would visit---forget about writing poetry.

Be glad when
you stop short
in negotiation with words
you're treading on the right spot