my Lord speaks through
those that do not have voices
He sees through those
who do not have eyes
He needs no words to convey
His meaning
He is all music and movements
and mathematical equations
mercy tempered with justice
that is what He is
passion and compassion
reigning in His heart
His beauty is indescribable
He is the dark matter that
holds the universe in place,
though unseen
the stars and moons and suns
and planets
give homage to the One
who made us all
And ,though we do not
hear His voice
we feel him everyday
and everywhere
through Mother Nature
through the love
that bears His grace
through His spirit
that lives among the innocents
and the light from the sun
that shines on all our faces

my Lord speaketh and I hear
not through my ears
but through my mind
in His gentle telepathy
of faith and peace
and His wonders
that never cease.

There are no words
But I have to utilize words,
For I don’t know any other way
To tell you what I see
Inside my mind
When my imaginations fly
Me in different directions,
Everywhere……

The order of the Universe
Is not an accident,
It is a design
Every molecule, every atom,
Every matter, anti matter and dark matter,
Every planet, moon, sun and star,
Every particle,
Has a purpose and a proper place
There is order even in chaos
For the Universe is God’s playground
And the scientists , His messengers
Helping us to understand as much
As we could, in our limited
Mental resources
The vastness and magnificence of it all…

Children of my heart,
You were once pieces of stars
Your forms today involved
Billions of years of
Revolutionary evolution
And so you belong, not only
Here on earth
Which is the place of your birth
But you are also of the stars
As God created you through
The harmony of His Universe…

Travel with me ,therefore,
And in our mind’s eyes
Let us walk gallantly through space
There, truly, we can trace our origins
For God’s face ,too, resides there…
In the stars…

Words can not describe but
Words are necessary
And they are flowing from
My lips now…
For all the beauty that I see and I feel
I see and I feel in you,
Thank God for children
And thank God,
For the Order of the Universe……

magnificent warrior
weary king,
the day is closing
night birds no longer sing
your eyes begin to dispose
tears of wasted forlorn.....
silence is your weapon
the only companion that you seek

I don't know
what goes on in your mind
in the twilight of afternoon
but I see your movements
in slow motion
and the fluid grace
that accompanied your youth
..............like a shadow dancer

you were beautiful beyond belief
a troubadour of the gods
climbing each staircase
towards heaven
nearer to the sky of oblivion

in different languages
we say our pieces
in different moods
our moments have arrived
and now I am
thinking of you
and seeing you in a different view
like a stolen reality
in My sea of imaginations

tell me your tales
and break that code of silence
I know there is something
deeper in your heart
that matches....
the beauty of your face

let me sit with you
in this twilight of afternoon
let me touch your being
and drink from your lips
for in my soul I know
that it could be so exciting
with you and your stories
of long ago....

warm English eyes
a provocative smile,

Long limbs of fragile masculine beauty
touch my heart
and reach my mind
in depths of boundless measures

technicolor dreams
of sylvan delight
satin rains in sheets of
melancholy blue
whispers of lines
on a filtered silver screen
love know the actor
in a pious sensual sight
many ,many moods govern him
and many more have sought him
but illusions mask reality
and the truth just slips away
in private meditation
undisturbed

have i loved in substitution
knoweth not ,in ignorance have pledged
this mountain of emotions
this ever growing presence
out of control
yet slowly subsiding
in the noon of midnight
in the morning of evening

here i love without caution
loving an image with
a poet's imagination
loving his English eyes, his smile
and his sacred power to convey
in animated gestures
in artistry divine
his is the face my memory
would not abandon
for him are these words
and these words have become
his soul on my paper
his fire on my pen....

Beloved brother
My comrade, my mentor
You see so much in me
That I do not see
Within myself
And you believed
In me when no one
Ever did,
When the road was rough
And the tunnel long
And arduous…
Dark, dense, humid
You taught me the power
Of love and unity
You showed me the tenderness
Of compassion
You made me a brave warrior
Trekking the thorny path
Being unafraid to fail,
To succeed, in the final analysis
There is a flower of hope in your eyes
In your heart there can never be lies
I can have no better friend than you
No better champion than you
Knight in shining armor,
When the days seem endless
And the nights, raven black
Together we weathered the storm
Together we braved the unrelenting
Torrents of rain, in this world war
Called life
There are no words to thank you
And as a poet
I now stand without words
For you are the words to this poem
You are the lyric of my songs
as we travel towards the end,
Of our hard won race,
As we lie below the grasses,
Beside our revered ancestors,
It will be an honor
To mark my tombstone
That I was she who had
A beloved brother
A comrade
A mentor
And  the most precious
Gift of a friend
Called
My beloved brother

We find ourselves
in this unusual scenario
Neither in love
nor infatuated
We revel in this
Bizarre affair
That both delights
And consumes us
We are not close
In the strictest
Sense of the word
But we are closer
In thoughts and
In feelings
Though far apart
The distance is
No matter
Nothing will stop
Us in the games
We choose to play......
Words, actions,
Moans and sighs...
Like masks hiding
Our faces
In a grand pretense.......

For us there is no past tense
We exist for the purpose
Of our pleasure...
Present and future
Merge and are enmeshed
It cost us nothing
And we gain nothing
Except knowing each other
And hoping that someday...
Somehow...
The echoes of our voices
Bring us together in one
Place
One time....
And this time...
Play the game for real...

tell time to stop
the tick of the clock
no sooner said of
words unspoken
a breath of tears cascading from within
if love be for a moment tolerant
then i can spend the hours wisely
into fantasy come running
alive with never a trace
of doubt...
but.....what is done is done
and what is now-
lost forever
such is a man's fate
in a short span of time
mere mortals fading
in hopeless shadows
blending in obscure background
a foreground of sorrow
and shame
i had my time to live and love
and so goes, i'll have
my time to die...