My reveling friends having left,
As I sweep a home disheveled,
The aim a single minded cleaning,
Reaching that nook and this corner
Found are nuggets physical, forgotten,
A pearl from a necklace torn,dusty
and hidden,A scrap from a letter of love.
As the dirt is ****** out, as sets in order
Somehow even the mind gets orderly,
Cleansed,My focus singular to catharsize
the physical,strangely turning spiritual,
Into a nirvana just sweeping!

Atop the hills,in buzzing markets
In rains lashing, hot suns blazing
frozen in snow,in the crowds lonely
stoic in revelries great and griefs deep
amidst loves transient,******* flimsy
moving on impervious, unattached,
shedding skins acquired,a meditating
spirit benevolent to all, even to evil but
scorning,fighting,rejecting for lights newer,
seeking an unknown,never knowing true,
of its being,but for a sliver burning,blazing
in a nook soulful,engulfing slowly of me all
driving,undying, propelling me ever on,
to that unknown,that's seeking me too!

Under the weight of sins all collective
Seeking from guilts deep,refuge divine
Forsaking daily conscientious angels hearty,
Rushed in multitudes I to Gods Almighty
On mountains highest and valleys deepest,
Heeding not,his part am I,in me He is and
I but am a pilgrim, from death to birth last,
Every instant, in moments each till eternity
Bonded divine,here or there,in time and space.

Rendered incapable were they all,mute
Under the burden heavy of my sins unthought,
Watching impassive as the mountains fell
The rivers rose,very earth in fury collapsed
Swallowing,burying my sins for a beginning anew.

as i did evolve
aware some how
of things working
beyond, uncontrolled
in some matrix still,
demons became angels
then the giants, pygmies
all evil unharming,fazed
the least humanity a guru
from some faith undefined,
aware still,blessed,I evolve!

Out ripped far long back that Love,
from the blood very of a heart pulsing
with the seed noblest, as ash dispersed
then in a cosmic whole,returns now often
in the very air I breathe,multiplied
at your feet manifold
stronger,gentler yet,
I now accept term-less.

"During" of all is death maybe,
Precious life being rare so amidst.
In idle boredoms long,innocuous,fewer
The inspirations kindling sharp and deep.
Many aimless wanderings wide, hectic
Not often the calm,lucid moments, still.
Much talks cheap, too many words tripe
Silences creative but few,that flower pretty.
In an enduring numbness and sadness real
Lesser those loves true, uniquely outstanding.
In pains purposeless,cruelties dealt heartless
Present ever fewer,those angels of mercy.
In epic text heavenly,wise sermons long,
Rare that one lovely poem focused strong.
If only durings were lived, aware positive!
O angels,bless us with life more,meaningful
During lives NOW,for sliding are we all fast,
alive,dead senseless,to a death final and futile!