Spaces  all the same,dimensions but different
Ideas the very same rushing in to fill voids old
From heads stuffed of past Imitations dead
Straight walls ever rising up,closing places free
Square,stiff,solid,regurgitating hard, spirits staid
The same colors but in different places, limited,
sick,drained of mind,with an empty soul I wept
Dear innovation creative where are you my angel?
Staring at space blank unchained to past I pondered
The angels  came unannounced unknowing softly,
rushing to a heart,empty of mind,surrendered to an intent pure,
Dancing,guiding unfettered,intuitively fantastic,instinctively right
The walls falling away,squares smoothing to curves ****
New visions exciting,opening to vistas of unknown hues wondrous
That very dead space now alive,conducting,guiding a design philharmonic
"I" was but a medium,absorbing,directing flashes from unknown
Driven in a flash flood of euphoria unknowing, to an ocean creative
Knowing not what unchained me,setting me free for that Destiny fine,
Of Innovation. May be love or despair,whatever, Divinity came.

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.

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.

The travails of life endured
Ecstasies' nectars drunk full
Ever-present an undercurrent
Of wonder, marvel at this state
Of impermanence,that emanates still
An eternity somehow, unmindful of
The reapers sword grim! What miracle!

That shining tower built tall and Proud
earth a mother and blue skies its lover
seeking perfection,that entity ethereal so,
by minds mystical and practical together
conflicting hard the dreamer and the doer
the willing and unwilling driven mutual as one.

Designed vision a force inexorable, realized slow,
a conviction human spreading action like wildfire
energized faculties stretched,knowledge all exhausted
euphoric waves creative ridden like a master boatman
a slow birth of creation delivered combined by men all
with bodies drained,minds triumphant,heads held high.

Attempted perfection teaches wise, taunting,teasing us,
so elusive with our minds limited and bodies ever tiring.
reach it you can never, just beyond grasp,evolving ever
founded in your mind but form it physical you can never.
I agree nodding yes, i caught you momentary,to the best
of my abilities now, I learned and shall keep chasing you!

how a glutton hearty turns a hermit lean
a bully back thumping to a sage hand folded
unresting motor mouth to an understanding silent
busy brain frenzied to a deep contemplation calm
mentality moronic sick to a pool placid of balm
springy intent violent to a relaxed peace uncoiled
hates grey many undefined to one love united
mind monkeys warring to peaceful doves flying
a black heart fissured now encompassing all open
O divinity fill me till I'm nothing of here anymore!

Some blows dealt deathly, from Life,
Those deep stabs, painful, thanks to Love!,
The cruel hardening strokes, of a stoic Time,
And the cold, corroding airs of a world unkind,
Thus is a molten lava flowing, of my Humanity,
To a rock hardest turned, in a death solid!
Yet is there something, fluttering at the Core,
An embryo pulsating, fissuring out totally blind,
Of a sadness moist, joys unshed, cracking the Shell,
Hellbent so on living, Giving, against odds all driven!
Now I Am a wonder rock,growing a pink flower pretty!

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!

Those shiny words in deep dreams meaningful
Dancing freely,calling for that song so beautiful
Adorned and set fine in the myriad web sub mental
Then killed as I wake, to you dear life real ******
A trailing deja vu of feelings finest found,now lost,
Those pearls stringed perfect smooth and shiny then
A noose now unseen choking,tight around my throat silent.

BEING AWARE,IS THAT FEELING,
OF MY FEET SINKING SOFT,
INTO WET GENTLE SANDS,
TOES SPRINGING FORE AGAIN,
STEP AFTER STEP THOUGHT,
LOOKING BACK, WATCH MY PATH,
WALK ON AHEAD, HAPPY AND PROUD.

Here now by many paths convoluted,
Ever trying the thoughts new, acted on.
Heeding just,streams conscious flowing,
Changed and morphed in an instant blinking.

Hair long,then shaved, now streaked orange grey
Suits to jeans,tore them,robes spiritual,now **** pray!
Was straight,turned metro,for all open,but curious still,
Body clean,got pierced, now adorning pasts tattooed!
Gurus, philosophies many, still a fool ever journeying.

Heard Bach,reggaed to Marley,wood-stocked,now fused.
Loved intense,let go easy,Kama sutras experimented on.
Traveled afar,lived as a local,now a foreigner everywhere,
Hip-pied from smoke to grass,yoga to parties raved hard.

Against wars, sat in for peace elusive,fought all,now stoic,
Never shocked or surprised,took all as came,now strong.
The set mind,everchanging,the physical a compliment cosy,
Unrecognizable now,existing totally, being happy, normally?
Many shout, freak! I smile,walk on to my home in Bohemia!

She flies random beautiful,seeking me, my sweet nectar,
Thats but her nature, seek the juice, the honey of my heart,
I crane and bend so she may get, all she wants,stay a bit longer,
Dip into my soul, feel the love,of my earth, my roots below,
Impatient wings fluttering, the sucker scraping my valves.
Fluttering and falling are petals,pain shooting to the roots,
Weak flowery embrace ineffective, off she flies, free, gay and filled,
I let her go, stoic, my roots burned, but gladly still a flower,still me!

MAX CHELUR.

Are you the Truth,I begged of Time,
She said no,I have a past and a future!

Are you the Truth,I asked of the Space,
She said no, I have vast vacant places!

Are you the Truth,I questioned My words,
They said no,We have too many Tongues!

Are you the Truth,I implored of all Hearts,
They said no, we beat for too many spirits!

Tell me the Truth,I asked of minds great,
They said Search inside,Its beyond Knowing.

I called for Old Truth, My loyal, dying Dog,
He ran across, now Licking my unsteady hand!!

i so wish these poems weren't such afterthoughts,
words either labored, squeezed off a pained heart,
or a strong gush of stupid happy emotion as in farts?
neither pretty codified sonnets with essence in parts,
nor crisp, concise haiku's focused like targeted darts,
not the sophistried zen, oft hacked philosophic verses,
and the petty patterned words unmovingly affecting,
i despair for us to read a poem from brains turmoiled,
confused,unwritten words,unexpressed feelings,in divine madness!!
dance the unknown poem if a poem, to music uncomposed if music,
why cant we live them **** poems! so we dont have to **** write them!!


-every fellow being is a poem unwritten I feel, lets live them? Can we?-

Change is love, to learn,n to Teach,
Change is Peace, that may never breach,
Change is joy,at a slow, patient speed,
Change is future,now seen n then freed!!

Change is action,but in no way mean,
Change is a heart,bright n burning Keen,
Change is them,from monkeys to men,
Change is us, from confusion to Zen!!

Change is violent, but so **** fickle,
Change is Instant,its just coffee n pickle,
Change is good,turning against the evil,
Change is an Angel,Fighting the **** Devil!!

Change is false,When just rolling on the lips,
Change is a ****,riding in wallets on our hips,
Change is false,on paper n in our frothy beers,
Change is real,when our hearts conquer all fears!!

where are those times,now forgotten,
without words but of feelings,our loves,
so distant,nary a memory in brains of any!
charlie awakened, a coiled spirit so human,
somewhere in my soul deep, buried numb!
serpentine and ready to spring,feel! Love!
Hard it bites my heart! eyes,they weep much,
for things lost so many, foolish,willing,mindful,
i wipe my tears not, they cry out for what i lost,
in joy they flow, unknowing, for what i am getting back!

*Reacting after watching city lights of charlie Chaplin!!

that tiny **** cloth for a worldly affectation
worn for vanity grew without any cessation
engulfing my being swiftly in total negation.
turned now a cloak black of inhuman sedation
a second skin becoming skin itself, then seeped
to the very bones and a coagulated heart reaped
of consequence,truth layered the real concealed,
the self an image, just mirrored slick in Gucci attire
a fig leaf terrible now hiding the whole,wise tree entire!

*PS-no offense meant for Gucci designs or the beautiful people who wear them!

Existence wreaked accidental,by clashes chromosomal
Unplanned, a journey Serpentine,winding, unmapped,
tortuously Human? unwinding unknown child to man,
Unconscious mostly,Intuitively grasping occasional, failing
Still, the miracle of it all, just burying my head in existence.
Material-objective-isms,passions many pursued
Grey matter conditioned,chiselled, downgraded,
I am an affordable success of my evening malts
Unwondering,unmiraculous,strsightjacketed daily
By numbers plastic,jobs hated,sensitivities ignored.
Now as I see you Rains,sunrises,sunsets,the sea and waves
The stars, you my street musician, with urchins dancing around.
Some coiled humanity springs forth again and makes me grasp
The divine miracle, again momentary! with a full heart and tears
Impassionate.

Confessions of a Blessed Hedonist.( tri word line)  
  -1-                                                    ­                -3-
Lived this long,                                                 what makes change?
Time just flew,                                                   a metamorphosis divine?
Mind playing games                                        worms to butterflies,
Heart desiring ever.                                           saviors, angels, messiahs?
extreme cravings doused.                                 what makes humane,
opiates in zillions,                                               friends, lovers, brothers?
Cocktails, a million.                                           Destinies unknown working,
Endless revelries futile,                                       in times unconscious,
Loves instant, genuine.                                       drunken slumbers dead,
Clean beds crumpled,                                         uncaring deeds cruel,
Checkouts late rewarded.                                   Unmanly acts shameful.
-2-                                                    ­                       -4-
Friends dear betrayed,                                         maybe one dream,
Away bartered loves.                                           among nightmares plenty,
Much monies made,                                            that one love-germ,
Abandoned ethics many.                                    under in-differences heaped,
Gods all rejected,                                                  faint glimmering self,
Except the Hedonistic!                                         beneath mountainous egos,
World enjoyed fully,                                             a sparkling life-sign,
Life wasted lovely.                                                 in cemeteries silent.
Morphing every second,                                       causes matter not,      
Into grandiose nothing,                                         by destiny’s graces,
Skeleton cynical final.                                           gratefully unscathed still.

1-DESIRE:                                             4-UNCARE:
All of me now desires,be deep            Distracted ideals,a nature human                                                        
Wholly Inside of you,Pervade             Heavenly woven synergies broken                                      
Your mind, limbs, Heart, all pores      Power of pleasures mortal, killing magic                              
Soak in your salty sweat warm           Snapping wands,bonds dearly formed  
Mold dancing to a one united.             Sweet temptress transient, conquering care.

2-PASSION:                                                ­       5- DISILLUSION:
Bodies’ lithe now twined serpentine         We betrayed, cheated US, in neglect,
Straining desperate, for a merger             Holes in hearts bleeding precious Love,
Spiritual, souls both for unison striving    Admitting indifference cruel, ruining stealthily
Hearts two pumping as one to fuse.          Our paradise gained, won so easy, lost terribly.
Sacred is everything, this carnality too.     Chanced eternity wasted, destiny unmeant made.

3-LOVE:                                                   ­              6- REALITY:
Ensconced tight in warmth’s mutual,           Tempered in time space, 3-LOVE loyal savior sole,  
All is for sacrifice on our loves altar,              Enshrined indestructible, in being, memories relived.
Suspended thoughts, egos burnt ash            Pleasures now cynically felt, loves truly responded,
A Love Mindless meditating deep,                No dilemma human; I flow generous, as an epitaph,
In some state mystically enlightened.            Thanking destiny for this reclaim, my love,faring well.

home after long,
kittens in balcony,
in pots rare!
I shout shoo,
they wonder who?
mischievous eyes stare,
question home true!
momma she mews,
let them be,
dont hurt please,
pleading so true!
love coiled springs,
at life divine so,
new bonds formed,
offering out I go.
pails of milk,
just laid so,
they come hesitant,
pawing,now licking!
mother twining round,
kids happily filled,
right back in my pots,
sudden tears unknown,
I cry with momma cat!

"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!

In life,i dithered,pussyfooting,
Cringed,thought,delaying,
waited,holding ****** on,
feared you, all and sundry
argued futile,to myself!
philosophized idly, like hell!
reacted sensitive! norms as per,
mouthed bull, pitied empty!
gave little,grabbed in shovels,
didn't even hate properly!
thus loving only timidly!
fought causes unworthy,
sat bang mid on the fence,
foot each in pastures green,
mind,ever weighing the soul,
civilized,polite and gutless,
to even say,****,***** you!
you evil sob, to hell you go!
polite to kids,dogs, folks old,
lovely ****** and dumb bores,
swallowed angers,conceded points,
knowingly with a mind sharper,
died some death everyday small,
got lost so, mirroring ****** all,
unheeding ever, a decided heart!

Truth hit,mirror shattering!
Fully clothed,stood I naked,
unreflected in things any,
staring at nothing,blank
here, in this place and time.
feeling all the garbage pent-up,
priming to manure, catalyzing,
some part of being, unvisited.
knowing somehow, all I did,
or not,mattered,was worthy,
leading me here,to this  place,
Beware,of Existence Point Blank!

what is my will
who gave me it
if its your matrix
then its rejected
eons have failed
in enslaving it
i am free un-willing!

Zipping around in circles of
My life,my work,my minds
That one drink with you lovly friend,
Holds none barred,unsaid nothing
A final clasp, a brief goodbye hug!
No time to linger,everything to cherish,
With a heart fuller,a mind by far richer
I rush to an iron bird to fly away far
Thank you for the fire undying,Bless you,
For that a moment stolen from Time!

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!

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!!

Random always are birds sitting on a wire,
Their smelly stains scattered on my truck.

Random are our minds thinking, Friendships,
Loves happening, wealths,winning and losing.

Random are births,Lives and their purposes final,
Faiths,their select gods and their nirvanas ultimate.

Random are the winds blowing,the waves smashing,
The clouds raining, fiery volcanoes and fires burning.

Random is death physical, for us and all our stars,
Their babies, milky ways,galaxies,universes and all.

Random ever is a fixed time and space,Unknown now,
but with a certainty terrible and Hope,oh, so wonderful!

Random thus I struggle, for a comprehension orderly,
Sensitively, and hoping for a final destiny, pre-ordained!

Open Mind,Open!
Love Heart,Love!
Work Limbs,Work!
Think Brain,Think!
Act Wills, Act!
Sing Soul,Sing!
Dance Body,Dance!
Create Juices,Create!
Forget Past,Forget!
Be Present,Be!
Live Life, Live!!

Now-I- am buried,burnt and dissolved,
One with this earth,blooming in the trees,
Flowing in waters, scattered in the skies,
Resting in the deep seas,dust cosmic in space,
What Destiny carried me, to this nothingness,
I care not,I live Here, and Now gone Eternal!

weep not as men we are no longer
fled of even the semblance smallest
better now rip out that heart throbbing
put it in the gun,yes,it may think,not fire!
like my child Malala,saved by an angel automatic!
tear out the brains and give it to the bullets fiery
they may veer away thinking kindly, ashamed of us men!

Am still, watching myself keen,
As I dissolve now slowly unseen.
A phantom built painstakingly
On lies,half-truths,all hidden guilt.
Worldly bar of expectations heavy,
Affecting false and burdening a levy.
I dared, only for you my sacred lover,
My humanity too,so desperate to flower.
I'm now destiny broken,so invulnerable,
Barriers none whatever,nothing indefensible!

I am the music
the concert is you.
mine is the note
the symphony yours.
I am the traveler
the destination you.

I am the sweat
my work is you,
I am the lover
you,love incarnate.
I am life
the destiny final you.

I am the mind
thoughts being you
I am the soul
within it are you.
I am time, bound
you,an eternal infinity.

I am the saint
you,charity noble.
I am conscience
the true keeper you.
I am change
the ever constant you.

I am reality
truth universal you,
I am existence
the reason causal you,
I am the means
you,the meaning whole.

hard wisdom gained unclear, now hazy
joys of lives scarred lived full and beautiful
the love,knowledge unknown an Iron curtain.
live ever did I from
some core of being
with you and myself
hoping you did too.
were we zombies
ideal,lovely,unsure
just living in our souls?

Unabashed In abandon,oblivious to all now,
Each grain of sand pricking me sensuous,
Starry witnesses unheeded, unremembered,
Morning tides tickling our naked feet wet.
Warm sunlight dappling through your hair,
Your nectar on my lips, in eyes waking dreams,
Love drunk am I, Alive, all my deaths forgotten!

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.

Drunk to the brim, so stone cold sober,
Loved to the hilt,still so avidly hated,
Friendly from the heart, yet enemied,
Seeker by Soul,but how godforsaken!
Thinker by Mind, but thought Roboted,
Doer by action,but so ****** futiled,
Am I a man of will? Free or ****** in Hell!

The chalice golden Am I for a wine ancient
Containing ever the sacred intoxication high
Of life,existence, a procreator genius of genesis.
Wearing bikinis sexily scant,or clad fully,
I am a mother, a sister, a friend and a lover.
An enigma am I,of possession incapable,
By minds, bodies, louts or even men noble,
Being oppressed, I live free in that place divine
Unknown to power, pelf and brains crazed.
I laugh O men and smile sardonic inward
At your strengths so mightily Herculean
Desiring my feet and secrets of the Heart
Beyond you am I,your gazes greedy and
Temporary prowesses all assumed false,
My world a paradox,life a walk that talks,
Of little sensitive things full of wisdom old.
Nobly loving yet abused, worshipped reverent,
Yet beaten, *****, exploited,I shall ever be proud,
Rising as the phoenix, as a mother earth kind,
Toned lithe,creased ancient,ever more powerful.
And flowing like a river I become the ocean.
Hold me still without a desire, unpossessive,
Then my love may touch you ever so briefly.

Slow, oh my mind jumping,
Watch the heart that's feeling
A soul which isn't just following.

As I lie on this final pyre of life high,
Atop scented logs burning, that sigh,
Agni,the fire god great,cleansing me truly,
Asks,how was your life my Son? so kindly.
Askance,through the walls of fire,I look,
At your gentle face, of deep sadness a book,
Avowed to be bound,in grieving heat shimmered,
And Answer, O lord, you burned inside me great,
Also in my loved one,guiding our fiery paths of fate.
Aflame and lit by you was it,In knowledge supreme,
All we did was fly, like moths to the inferno serene,
Aiming at this blaze final,meant always, in your divinity.
Alas now my time ends,I know but its your flame eternal,
Always uniting,bonding our love, burning bright together.
Amidst now your flaming graces, I Thank you,as me you gather,
Aching in this lovely embrace, for my alter love,to meet in future farther!

The sun-setting solitude slowly turning a velvety night
a fine goddess now descending concealing all her might.
a temptress teaching, a mother loving, a judge always right
granting us a freedom from a million corners more to fight.

The dark angel calm shining her blinding beams so bright
searchingly merciful creating still deep inky shadows of light
numb blissfully for those conquered heroes false who slighting
off the straight narrow path of the fair,just and right alight.

Generous is she, the queen majestic enduring all the pain stoic,
our pleasures and folly wise,even joys twisted and distorted vain!

sods poor,fiends rich, the carnal drags and compassionate hearts,
killers cold, sly cons,soaked winos, glitzy stars, gamblers and tarts,
children of a kind all in her ***** mix,playing perfectly their parts
trusting a goddess neither blessing nor reproaching dead impassive
allowing us all a discretion total she is our grand,real mother massive!

I am a son blessed rare,watching neon bathed the nightly circus affected
judging never,comfortably learning with My Nocturnal Angel protected!

Roots all are but in earth fixed
Blind,groping,for succor hungry
Aimless,embraced soiled,underground.
No longer hunger do I for mine now
History its to be rooted,death untimely,
Being rotten,eaten dryly weak,rejected
Let me be that airy tree fairy,breathing green
Spreading wings,feeding airs joyous,free,
Or a carcass dead,by mothers all deserted,
By nature connected, still life and beautiful!

even with a hardened Armour cynic
grown by all understandings so futile
men worldly you numb me hard still
make my heart full,burst sadly,blur my
eyes,humanity remnant drowned in tears.
i sit silent zombied tonight,feeling violated,
building rages awaiting that dawn patient
for thoughts new, an action unprecedented.
but for now,you have killed me dishonorably.

Oh speedster Lance, Great Olympian Hero,
Hard peddler, you,the mighty french conqueror,
Triumphant slayer of the deadly breed cancerous,
Rode fast,won faster ,arms strong, pistoning legs,
Streaking,weaving past mortals lesser,or fairer then?
Was one aim JUST victory, or did anything else matter?
Did you ride on the straight and narrow, but forgot the path?
Many finish lines crossed,but never the true race started,
How did the lion heart wilt? The mind astray went?
Hard toils,grits grim, sweats wasted, false celebrations all,
Come now to naught,cause all isn't unfair be love or war,
Oh Lance,how did you wither unfair? Where did you fall?or Fail?


--------Thoughts on watching a mighty hero fall.----------

Breathing unconscious the air permeating
an oxygen right into lungs finely formed fed
waters so carelessly drunk quenching thirsts,
revitalizing with hydrogens exact innards all.

blood red coursing true from vital forces aplenty
Terra firm formed so right for me to walk straight
finely tilted earth enough for my days and nights
turning over for summers and my springs bright.

Now fine bodies and limbs,a heart pulsing sound,
minds capable bestowed by a time eternity bound
given lovely comrades, mothers, sisters, lovers and
brothers, friends, angels all for me destined especial.

the universe cosmic pandering to me, kind totally,
creating never a God,a cast,creed or a religion sole
but all and everything to survive as a man whole.
why then did I fragment,divide and multiply false?

and How! the mind shut first and then did heart too
geniuses both, discriminating unholy, inventing evils
dividing colors,crazed gods,cruel prophets,races divine
religions irrational unmeant for me but claiming us all
in a class uncaring obscene,a kid now just dead hungry!
what purpose is then of us,the grand senates and fiscals,
our temples,mosques and churches shining,vaults monied.

claiming then minds,hearts,honor, integrity and the self
stating grandly, survive you shall as you are the meek!
and so shall you be starved.*****,killed,burnt! Hell I am,
meek no longer! survive I shall as a king, a queen free!

I reclaim all now,taken from me in false names dastardly
show just my finger mid,for where I was led unwilling
the whole creed sole human,the religion only just humanity.
my will is what i make of my consciousness eternal revealed,
slowly peeling off layers and burdens yolked,reemerging now.
to freedoms anew today, and soon to that day of Armageddon.

*I just wanted to count and write a small poem on the numerous natural blessings of Universe and time,but then realized all these are taken for granted and turned to horrible human made curses...now this is neither a prosy poem nor poetic prose. a state of mind?..so here I am..with what ever it is..

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.

ONE WHISPER OF THE BELOVED.

Lovers share a sacred decree –
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.

In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved –
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.

At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a ***
turning to vapor –
that is the job of the Beloved.

He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul –
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?

He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.

We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
“O Beloved, where is the Beloved?”

Enough with such questions! –
Let silence take you to the core of life.

All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.

Ode 442 trans. by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi

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*-Found this gem by the mystical master in a labyrinthine corner of the web. All credits and thanks to the translators who put it there and cared!!.-MAX CHELUR.

So fine and fragile those threads silken
Weaving together hearts, minds and souls.
Unseen, unvalued, felt but in silences deep
A cloak royal of Humanity worn always proud.

Divine can they be, of love human so tangible
of honor and dignity intrinsic to all proffered.
Still do we stretch and tear, malign that finesse
Till they are but tatters and even remnants no more.