Feeling you oh my world unjust
from matter grey growing old.

intellect chaotic in cruelty killed
mercies all dead in hearts chilled
for morsels of humanity,ravenous.
with tidbits of graces small ecstatic.

despaired for a dreamy mirage afar
in flaming greed's do I slowly char.

smoky guns rattle dealing out ******
whining chainsaws balding green all
very wombs earthy tremble with nukes
elements all so impure,one just pukes 
men in name only **** with rebukes.
   
all of us many brutalize one world just!


flowing from nooks of a spirit noble
my tears, moistening heart,well in eyes
unseeing and drop silently on earth ******.

On life cycles so inexorable
reacting equal and opposite
soft whispered lovely nothings
reach a shrieking crescendo high
of love in discord, pains embraced
hard wealth disappearing stealthy
expectations all ebbing out softly
as all vibes positive flood the heads
of a few so little,plain outnumbered
a grand empty nothing filling being
sum total of thoughts and actions
all come to naught just letting go,
now living the life of a Zero Karma.

The wanderers lips chapped thirsty
peeled and parched in deserts inhuman
of love bereft,sought hard but unfound!
a search on legs last,romance unfazed,
for that mirage shimmering hazily afar
of her eyes, face and lips softly smiling.
so dear once,long abandoned in betrayal.
a heartfull of love unrelinquished still,
throbbing unforgotten in existence skeletal
pausing for breaths last, a hoping soul numb,
now sighting that luscious red neon cherry
the glossy round O of Marylin the pretty
a wan smile just, of a small solace strange
lit up on a face entreating so desperate.
paving happily the deaths way at last
blown in the wind final,an abstract kiss.

A seedling tiny of good remembered still
transformed uniform in vastness wavering
roots small of succor turn trunks huge sprouting
back from joys earthy,seeking skies many above
rejoined both, re rooted in mother earth eagerly,
hands and feet merged indistinguishably stoic
in an existence pure, to one being impervious.
a sapling soft now time twisted,gnarled,knotted
to an entity unique, massive of heart fused in soul
then just a being existing simply as one ordained so
by time!

sweet birds in me sing
on me your kids swing
around me in a ring
the gods now impinge
to them maidens cling
for a nice manly thing
under my cool wing
do elders advices bring
I amidst stand like a king
impassive to everything!

*A thought in my mind as I see the ancient tree in my village."Hemmara" in my native language of Karnataka, a state in India, means literally an ancient and massive tree.Normally and in some mysterious way this invariably will be a Banyan tree in the village center which has its roots growing out of the earth and joining the branches and branches stooping down and joining the earth to become roots! Around the tree over time idols of innumerable Gods spring up,Elders convene and advise the folk,kids play and village belles flock to pray for a good husband!!

Have faith just!
in what pray,you
might ask well,
not in long lines
of devotion fervent
neither crowded pilgrims
beseeching bending
breast beating timely
for gods uncaring.
never in sermons,
long boring homilies
of fiery brimstone's
heavens and hells
and rituals tantric
of stones and planets.
have faith just
in you and me
life creative, making
flowers bloom and
rivers flow, trees breathe
and winds blow,
earths grow and skies
embrace,alright then
we should be.

A lotus on sands shifting
of the continuum of seas,
rippling gently mysterious
in silent ears,an orange sun
lighting softly lids closed.
a river of breath constant
flows unaware,reverberating
a hum divine, filling and
flowing out the body still
bearing me and mine all
cleansing cathartic the dirt
worldly,collecting dues holy
from the silence cosmic and
the one sacred sound eternal,
depositing some being newer
in a place closer to the only
existence of a singular lotus Pure.

An apparent hurt, pain deeply so perceived
sinking momentary of worlds all temporary
as cornered an animal running,seeking dark
the solace of a womb of hibernation unfeeling.

An unknowing bloom in a desolation flowering
a healing slow providential also to **** powered!
made by grace an ally,a transformation hatched
from thorns agonized,an ascetic bed of roses fine.

Who else to thank now but thee my fine Agonies?