I am neither  the body, nor the mind that bridles it,
   the realization strikes, my moment of awakening
             the horse and the rider
  will submerge in the river at the limits.
          The consciousness , the storm petrel
   alone  would cross the limits of the 'sky of the mind'
           - painted by material world, through life time-
to super consciousness, beyond the bubble of universe,
        " the presence before the beginning", timeless
  where there are no two, "I am that"
        nothing but the primordial One

Tiptoed out of my bed,
not to alert mom and dad,
in a day that now seems in another life,
I went in to the outstretched
hands of mysterious, silent, night,
my secret lover waiting for long,
in our quiet courtyard,
expectant.

The moment I stepped out,
a net so light fell over me,
amazed I looked up to the sky,
and found trapped in a
gossamer net the stars hold,
woven by lightyears far and near.

I pleadingly looked at the moon,
who had a feud going on
with my lover I did suspect,
but she smiled at me and asked
"You are with us, aren't you?"
Yes, I said, and never changed my word
since then.

Hands of every clock,
each passing hour
clap aloud thinking,
at long last,
the  enigma of  time is
caught and caged for ever.
But what one hears
in every chime is
the sardonic laughter of
elusive time.

No other pair of lips would ever so deftly express
the lingo of love, my lips would covet, each passing moment,
no searing kiss ever sent waves of tumult, more than your's
that to my blood, spoke in an unequivocally bold tone,made it boil in lust,
heaven is not just a figment of imagination, as skeptics would tell us,
when we met, nectar secreted every moment, how would we forget?
Never would I let you leave my heart, you robbed,at the very first sight.

Silver light’s broad smile,
Breeze murmurs season’s greetings;
‘Surrender to peace’

Each night is
precisely set
like a  gem
within  a dream.
Immersing in
the fluid grandeur
of darkness,
the night
swings  around it,
when one
looks back---
the day has
already become
a past dream
in an irretrievable realm.
The excesses
darkness commit
in a frenzy
in the night's geography.
excites me.without an end.
And what the moon
does to annul the
handiwork of darkness too
fascinate me.
Night is the story
of contrary crafts
calibrated to perfectly fit.

The dark purity of the night, I lustily sought,
to juxtapose it with the exhilaration filling in me
seeing her lush,**** body's eager anticipation.

Each cell comes alive, in her libidinous embrace,
Her erogenous silken touches,blends with the satin sheen
of sheer black cover darkness unfurls one end to the other,
the  dreamy lighted spots, embellish the nightscape's  opulence.
Night, anointed us with the fluence of love, when our supple bodies,
entangled in the bed till we drunk slept, blissfully lost the world.

Distant night built a home at the heart of the forest, sun had long forgotten,
lovelorn moon set up its nest for memories-
in that lake where 1000 migrant flamingos live for months,
When the hands of dark night creep towards them on the sly
flamingos tightly shut their eyes and dive deep in to the waters of sleep,
when the evergreen memories of ****** moon each one desires haunt.
As the moon wanes, the night lay in wait, in its forest home dreaming white flamingos
                              that swim in the pool of milk the moon has created for her sweethearts.

The wind, swooping down the hills,
through the deciduous forests
lustily hiss,  the beat of the drum
they both hear above that sound, puzzles,

was it her heart or his, both perhaps
they pretend not to hear
They fell in to the spell of the lake
eerily rippleless,  for the moment.
The luscious curves, of lake,still was swelling
in his brooding psyche.
He hasn't make up his mind,
though much bewitched by this witch,
yet persisting doubts ask,
take a step forward or to turn back
the cool breeze that caressed the curves
now the lake revealed, embraced her from behind,
she snuggled bit closer to him
her body twitched in a way suggesting
that she'd expect such a prank from him.

She sat as if frozen to touch in another time
it was getting late,the persistent witch
would she be smelling blood,
the hills show a dark face,
she looked up for the moon's solace.
alarmed he perked his ears,
did he hear the howl of a lone wolf?

Night appears in an avatar
of a sweet chaperon,
coming with a lovely dark gown
to dress the shy, blushing evening
cajoling her for a slow make over,
she implies, it's better letting
the will of darkness prevail.

Now she is a perfect charmer
night, lets her long dark tresses
loose, that flows in waves
down through her back and
caresses her rotund proud buttocks,
adding to her silent grandeur,
till the next spectacular day breaks.

Night is an ace  temptress
with full moon at her side
as an irresistible  magical charm
to sway even nature, catch
the sea in her net,
of attraction and makes it  dance,
bewitching night makes
the stars in her coiffure gleam.

Night is an agile courtesan,
having royal patronage,
eyeing you wistfully,
hellbent upon her this day's conquest,
her amatory skills one can tell
will be *****,she is classy nevertheless.
In her boudoir, women are salacious,
hungry men too dance to her tunes,
what you gain after a spirited
amorous duel, is the gift of dark eyed night.

Night,
dark, soft, alluring,
spinner of dreams I want to be lost in,
is a kindhearted courtesan,
who never demanded anything
for all her loving, that to me
was like a swim in the pool
of "Ananda"* I was searching for.

I climbed her door steps
with the silent footfalls of a cat,
all these years for solace,
when the fair lass ,
regaled by my songs evening after evening,
scoffed and taunted,
when I fell wounded
in duels of life, I was forced to fight
to keep my honor intact.

Once,
seeing me left in the lurch,
blood soaked and badly wounded
she led my tired legs
to her house of magic and secret treasure hunts,
blessed me with oblivion, till I woke up.
Her mansion became
arena of silent dances of wounded memories,
till sun appeared above misty mountains
cheering me up with new promises,
but my thoughts never left her.
I spent my darkest hours
in her house,
thrilled by dreams she induced,
in which under moonbeams
princesses gathered,
bubbling fine wine brimmed
in sparkling glasses,
I felt the most loved man
within her tender arms.
I would wait for the night, my sullied lover,
to arrive with her hands of breeze,
to tousle my hair and caress my face.
Night  took away my pains,
her lasciviousness is the only drink,
that makes me ask for more.
She is not only mine,
as a courtesan, she needs to entertain
whoever seeks her,
But when I am with her,
she is all mine.

A weather rocket
vrooms through air
over the darkened balcony
noiselessly,
only the light speaks to us
of her urgency,
it resonates with
her and me.
Her full lips,seal mine
stops me from speaking
voicing ****** nonsense.
Mute witness now am I,
prompted to scale the peak,
she wishes, to take me.
I only can sigh to relay her moans
to register erupting pleasure
mounting to reach a brimming ecstasy.
A group of fruit bats,
(among them one, I imagine,myself)
dramatically fly  scattering
to all eight directions.
A pale moon , eagerly study
their diverse trajectories,
as if she wishes the company
of any one, that would darken her door way
though  by accident.

comes bewitching night,
flows liquid carbon delight,
boat to sleep's island!

Polishing her long dark tresses,
night spoke to me
in her celestial codes;
twinkling lights, silver, red and amber.
mesmerized, i fell mute,
she was eloquent.
our hearts exchange every nuance
without anything lost,
aren't we lovers for eons?

when i grow weary,
with my head resting on her warm lap
I sleep, even dreams are strangers to that sleep.

"Will i be in your mind,
when i leave for ever" i ask her.
She smiles, in copious meteor showers
"Where would any one go
without holding my hand?"

night lights whisper in a  doleful tone, i notice,
I love that voice of eternity laying in wait.
"There wouldn't be any change, remember,
we would be lovers as ever" i hear her
And go in to raptures!

Night, the jeweller,
Got me quickly bedazzled;
With the depth and spread!

dawn trains all her guns,
feeble light fights robust night;
the world's in the dark!

This woman I fell in love with
is an enigma, none like her,
I admire her, this quite night.
Flames of desire lick me
when I even think of
her voluptuous softness
wearing shimmering black.

She prides in what she is,
doesn't pretend
as someone else.
Darkness is her
without any apology
though she owns a brilliant
cosmic jewelry shop;
only she can display diamonds
looking different in every minute,
each more dazzling than the other.

Without any arrogance or
posturing that suggests invincibility,
she surrenders all she has,
when sun demands it,
with the confidence that
when she'd  come back
after a hiatus, she will be no less.

Night is the poet,
Of eloquent silences,
In darkness and light!

I knew night, dark, deep
Ever brooding, meditative.
One in soul, we are!

Proud, puffed up  nimbus,
See now: sparse, fluffy pieces;
The wind gathers speed!

tall girl,
           short boy,
mutually
           immersed
under
          starlight.

See, the smile on the stone face
of the mountain, once so cold, stoic
it drives home the meaning of change
brought about by erosion of ages past,

molten paste slowly sediments,
decides to be various kind of rocks
on it's path being metamorphic
is just one of it's pranks,

volcanoes in ******* frenzy erupt,
display the pyrotechnics of creation
in it's ******  urge a deep sea stream
breaks tectonic plates,makes new continents

mountains that hold their heads high,
are brought down by landslides, floods
avalanches or sudden cloudbursts

stars script secret messages across galaxies
the meanings will never be deciphered
in spite of the astonishing research
astrophysics can put together and
the thirst for knowledge of mankind

Beauty, my muse, lovely concert I adore,
I see you in animals, birds and fish
that undergo mutation and become different,
ocean currents, seasons,shower of stardust,
most of all in music, that activates the hidden signals,
that come beyond birth and death,embedded within oneself

Can you cite one reason for writing biography
of any one, whoever it may be, in this planet?

I thought,
" truth should be told',
                                   I had
                                    no audience.

Further down the river
is a quiet island,
my hideout in days of yore
when love as a narcotic
seeped in to my blood streams
coursing wildly to the beat
of my thumping heart.
Tides from the estuary
never touch its shores
waters are wave-less there,
nature is at her fecund best.

We rowed and rowed
but found nothing there,
turbulently lashing waves
told us a story different
from the one  for long
in my mind encapsulated.
I stood for a moment, accepting defeat
and felt  the maelstrom of time
swirling around, emphasizing on
the irrevocability of  the things past.

From where does this pain come?

Once close to my heart,
the island in my mind's stream,
though I left behind and
swam forward not to look back,
is still there, though not here in space.

Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
Or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.

Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp it,
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.

Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
Or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.

Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp it,
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.

Munch,
munching your voiceless scream
from thick air surrounding him all day long,
he screamed in all colors you painted,
in a nightmare, all night long,
healed, got up fit as a fiddle
in the new morn ready to face a day,
just the same as before,
the cycle  goes on.

Not
      the  body
                   or mind,
consciousness
                       in communication
                       with cosmos.

Not all for the story books, to engrave in letters of gilt,
to read out loud to the grand children, with curious eyes
in quiet evenings with a sense of magic, satisfaction,
nor for keeps as a precious find, dear heart forget it,
don't taunt for the pain endured on long sleepless nights,
some bring smiles, silly flings, copious  tear shed,
too searing on those times, a cut across the heart
is what most concealed as if  one thinks, let bygone be bygone,
it doesn't matter,soon will be forgotten, for ever
but in fact that blood letting wound, persists
even as  time flies it turns back suddenly and stings
hard like a venomous scorpion, vengeful
and that pain in the heart increases,comes to visit
like a deceased friend, every day, in an appointed hour
at the dead of night, still craving the company
of those alive, to make grief their constant companion.

Enigmatic super moon was the only woman,
he fell madly in love with, in his entire life;
that's how the history of his life has become
an imaginary tale, a myth written in invisible ink.