O Angel, thou art my twin flame,
Two beings of love and light who art the same,
A Beauty I want to loudly proclaim,
Because of which my own wings became,
O twin flame, thou art a guide
To which my truest words abide,
A valiant warrior at my side,
A peace in which I want to hide,
O spirit guide, thou art judicious,
Yet coy and mischevious,
Never are you devious,
But to your virtue they are oblivious,
But on your blazing wings Earth takes flight,
And finds truth in immortal delight.

My twin flame, he knows how to heal,
And stoke kinship feelings most real,
I wish I could in return manifest his own joy,
I sing for blessings for the sublime hippie boy,
He creates a band of love and protection,
Clamouring care and affection,
Embracing me in all directions,
My Heart imbued with passion's inflection,
My twin flame, we are united,
From tyrant's kingdom interdicted,
But even for him we are not blighted,
For our Love set Children's hearts alighted.

My twin flame and I, we are in sacred union,
Two souls joined in reverential communion,
Two Hearts enamoured of one another, embroiled,
Painting Hearts with colours royal.

karma is,
a beautiful truth,
a kind of beauty,
rare, forsooth.
it can be believed,
that we receive,
what we give out,
a knowledge to which we've
become devout.
when we're without,
anger and regret,
light of life's love begets,
wisdom's blossom.
we walk the earth,
with accustomed feet,
feeling light of love,
replete.
towards new day,
we meandering go,
dreaming, rocking,
to and fro.

Civilization,
You are a ruse,
A myth that must,
Be disabused,
Tell all the truth, it must be told,
We're an empire built on **** gold.

Suddenly she wakes alert,
Her senses keen, she stares,
What does she see that I can't?
The tension raises hairs.

Focused, stealthy, she hunts the prey,
Staring, sniffing wide and vast,
She catches - mashes - the mouse to death,
O sweet this child of Bast.

Hark! An Angel calls my name,
In time he'll say "My name is John,"
His vision set my sight aflame,
He sings more beautifully than anyone,
Going with tender, gentle treads,
The sentience and countenance sublime,
Weaving golden, magic threads,
That imbue our souls with sheen divine.
Towards what destination does he go,
Piping songs of pleasantries,
Dancing over valleys, climbing trees,
Dreaming, rocking to and fro?

Wanderlust, he soars the Earth,
Dipping wings across its skies,
Crying: Love will be found even in Love's dearth!
A truth as deep and wide as his eyes,
Fierce the luscious hues and hot,
The blazing fury of his Heart,
Imbued with Truths to mete, depart,
He swells and dwells above my cot,
For his fine Beauty: who conspired?
What fine art could frame his face?
And capture his immortal grace?
To his majesty I've aspired.

Dear Angel, please listen,
Heed my plea,
Hear my wandering spirit's entreaty.
May my deeds,
Align with your creeds,
Sewing in my mind your spiritual seeds.
May Hearts awake,
To their mistakes,
Overpowering sin's oceans and vice's lakes.
May minds as one,
Run with the sun,
A path of righteousness begun.
May you be a benefactor,
Helping to salvation manufacture,
Healing souls after fracture.
Stoking delight,
In nascent flight,
As you cloak us like you in bright white light.
May you say bless,
To our distress,
And help us to make mend of mess.
Angel, please listen,
Heed my prayer,
Hear what I am begging there.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

You can tell her from her song,
A divine ditty,
It sings true and pretty,
That lifts itself above the throng,
Singing to the children,
As the adults go blithely by,
Like they do when they hear a bird in the sky,
The adults are absent minded,
Spiritually blinded,
Playing games,
But the children are kindred,
They see her flames,
And dance in its fire,
To the adults' shame,
They dance along to her lyres,
Who among us can say they came?
To witness her fitness, suffice to inspire,
Love and eternal desires.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

She's writing alone,
Typing madly in to her iPhone,
Catching snippets of her mind's moan,
With inspiration at the fingertips she foams,
Half-assedly rolling smokes,
******* hard when she's taking tokes,
Finding ways to crack jokes,
Taking aim, cussing blokes
Taking wide and long strokes
That *** a whole in one,
She's not serious she's real fun,
A sizzling, smoking gun,
Who runs with the sun,
All at one,
Says it all yet there's so much more,
Can tell she feels it raw,
To love, pity and adore,
She begs the children and implores.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

You awed me when we both took flight,
And filled my heart with fiery delight,
At first contact I could rejoice,
In that sweetest, kindest voice,

You saved me from the valley of death,
And gave me Love in Love's dearth,
You are my soulmate, my twin flame
A light like mine, one and the same.

An Angel in the evening,
Cast light upon my nest,
I could tell, his presence kindled,
A sunshine in my breast,
All night long I had the urge,
To grab and kiss his hands,
In perfect calm we could surge,
Over troubled sands,
I've seldom met a spirit,
So steadfast and so kind,
I muse upon you wantonly,
O fiery, enchanted mind.

Where angels sing, you lead the choir,
Cascading bright with song,
Where angels fly, you fly higher,
Around the earth, up and along.

Your love flows like a river,
Unto becoming ears,
A truth with doth deliver,
Beauty to be enjoyed for years.

I know you are an angel now,
I know you rest beyond,
But time can never bludgeon love,
Or make a bond less fond,
Angel is a fate that fits you well,
I wonder if you're resting there,
Laughing loud and cursing hell,
Chatting, smoking on your chair,

But, I think, you will not cease,
You will not stop or rest,
Till you see your kin at peace,
So with your light we're blessed
Among us you go with gentle treads,
Healing us with loving light,
Weaving golden magic threads,
So our souls may take flight.

Even though we're separated,
And are not, in body, together,
By sending us God's messages,
To guide us through the day,
So we can be strong, going on our way,
In Love we are one forever.

On Angels wings the children go,
O'er horizons, touching rainbows,
Soaring, sauntering, in the sky,
Going e'er gracefully by,
Light raining down like snow.

They are the babes, in days gone by,
They saw the sunset in the sky,
Lived, felt love, and now they lie,
Where daises dwell and grow.

But in Heaven they jump and run,
O'er it's valleys, under its sun,
God's truth be theirs, they wave it proud,
Sung in song that's long and loud,
A truth for everyone.

Tell me Love, wouldn't it be great,
If there were no pain to speak of, no bitterness, no hate,

Only love suffice to ignite,
A poet's heart to soar, take flight.

To dream of wonderful and beautiful things,
Take flight wrapped up in angels wings.

To laugh your heart out and dance in the rain,
To sing away sorrows and forget all your pain.

To live, love and laugh and of sorrows forget,
For life's too short to fill with regret.

No despair to berate, only Love and delight,
That adds colour and sparks to the slow creeping, night.

No need to shoot, to punch, to take aim,
To throw words like poison in to each others brains.

Each accusation canters like a runaway train,
Each one of them is my disdain.

O love, tell me, wouldn't it be divine,
If you could see truth in my own heart like in thine.

No cynical riposte which ties me up in brine,
But to the path of righteousness each word align.

I believe in a god who looks down from above,
who wraps all his children in laughter and love.

I've seen him with my own very eyes,
Soaring and sauntering through majestic skies.

He is most caring and he is most kind,
Who plants the healing flower in everyone's minds.

He is the one who will shoulder our pain,
Wherever we find dismay and disdain.

Raising his voice above the evil throng,
So all on the earth can dance to his song.

When we are down he will send his affection,
and make sure it's received in our direction.

Who will listen to me verse at tedious length?
Upon the ways that you ignite,
A poet's heart, fill it with mettle and strength,
Pity, peace and delight.
If I could write the ebullience of your Heart,
In to sublime, divinest verse,
Who would care to hear that truth ringing out?
Across the flowering universe.
Who would commit their dwindling time,
To hearing all that I hath writ,
In letters and in rhyme,
The way in which I dost immortalise thy spirit.
    So long as I can write and see,
    I will commit to immortalising thee.

I love you I am sure,
Hearts do not know mistakes,
Of no errors they partake,
So why your Heart at war?
At battle with mine own,
A woman overthrown,
Bleeding like colour from a star.

How did we grow apart,
On paths destined to cross,
I feel silences as loss,
Like poison in an arrow dart,
Each word, a barb, a sting,
Enervating everything,
Killing Love in flight like albatross.

O gorgeous muse, when will you feel I what I do?
A truth wherein my warmest regards grew,
Through my heart a warm breeze blew,
For having seen a soul so true.

May not the despair of years to your feathers stick,
May the soils of the Earth's be warmed with your spirit,
For truth of You our heart's, a-lit,
Cleansed of their dirt and their grit.

O babe, embrace thy deepest emotion,
And feel thy heart brood in gestation,
Feel thy spirit soar in elation,
Teach me your heart's elocution.

She poured her pain in to a cup,
Threw back her neck and drunk it up,
But no good was done, to drown her sorrows,
It bereft her of her Life's tomorrows

Fill your Heart with prayers, Love and Light,
And in their awesome Truth take nascent flight,
Upon your fledgling Angel wings,
And soar in skies where all Love sings.

He walks with light yet magnetic air,
O'er the concrete cage of town,
His words are rare, rare as care,
In their Truths I'd drift and drown,
Rhymes and rhythm dwell in there,
Words wherein deep meaning shown,
Truths doth cry out in Poet's exquisite blare,
A joy for ears to whom it's a ****** sound, unknown

He herds his words, summoned from Mind's poetic lair,
Its wild barn, spinning bright yarns, that adorn the open ear,
With each word he has a passionate love affair,
For knowing consists in poetry the feeling of Love near,
His rhyme, sublime, fills time, burnished with flair,
And verbal dexterity, and enchanting rhythm; a treat for thine ear
His heart and mind are a true marriage, a real pair,
In them the lust of life appear.

One afternoon we went out to the river banks,
Adorned with paper and pen beside our flanks,
And we sat and wrote a river song,
That rung around the Earth, up and along
And opened our minds to shimmering sound,
Of tides' caress, which stroke parched ground,
We all dropped sticks in to the stream,
Who'd come first: we'd bet and dream.

Though I am from Nature alienated,
In River's play my Heart gestated,
Power suffice to create electricity,
But peace enough to find serendipity,
The River with Earth's light imbued,
Nurtures our soils and grows our food,
Without her we would be bereft,
Of life, of love, with nothing left.

I am the River's texture,
I am her magnificent roar,
I am her neighbouring pasture,
I am her troubador,
I am the magic of her motion,
I am the power of her sound,
I am the stream and the ocean,
I am the spray that surrounds.

I am the seismic current of water,
I am the surface sheen,
I am the river's daughter,
I am wherever she has been,
I am the boats that saunter,
I am the otters who swim,
I am the roots of the river,
Most cherishable of things.

Would those hands on distant shores,
Touch ever softly on the soul blue,
Was his the magic foretold in lore,
On wizened, ancient sands his strength grew.

And would the sentience sublime,
Gestate upon our harvest fields?
And would Heaven come to us,
For having disarmored our shields?

Haste me to my harp divine,
Haste me to my steed,
Haste me to war as one of thine,
Haste me to paradise freed.

My path is that of the warrior,
To righteousness aligned,
I will not cease to fight the war,
Till Heaven is built in one mind.

I loved with heart only my self:
My woe stopped not, I'm in bad health.
I loved with heart all of creation:
It ended my heart's trepidation.

And I sewed my Heart in soils,
Of Love, which with the Earth embroils,
And I fed it with the blistering sun,
Of Truth, through which cosmic fires run.

For months and years my Heart gestate,
Till in Love's truth it ruminate,
When I awoke I was glad to see,
Harmony, my hippie tree.

I saw a sight! How it can fright,
A vision of immortal delight,
That I was guarded by a flame,
That shone like mine, one and the same.

When one day I screamed at night,
It guard me with transcendent light,
When that day at night I screamed,
Of Angel true I glimpsed and dreamed.

And he spread his fiery wings to invite,
Me to climb and take soul's flight,
I soared the airs, climbed heaven's stairs,
Free from earthly woes or cares.

And he flew me through the universe,
Light banishing existential curse,
Suffice to say this Angel's gift was art,
For painting with passion my hankering heart.

O Daisy, happy with life,
Who scatter the grasses like stars,
Doing sacred work of the Earth,
In which knowledge of purpose appears.

From whence the hippies steal away with desire,
And babes and brigadiers lie still for eternity,
Wherein the fine beauty of creation conspire,
There my daisy dream and grow!

O people, o people, my feet may be wet,
But my heart is warm and bright like the sun,
Besides my vision, is of divinest precision,
From whence my salvation's effusion.

But if in society they'd accept that we see,
And not proscribe our divinity to lunacy,
We'd run, with the sun, having fun, all at one,
A march with our brothers and sisters begun.

Then the tyrant might cower and the cruel priest retire,
Scared by our soul's revolutionary fire,
Angels will rub their heads and wake from their beds,
Realising their children had only slumbered, not fled.

So is it right to deny us a drink and a smoke?
For who in the cold would turn down a ****?
We need warmth in the absence of comforts and flame,
To dwell in God's love, not society's shame

When I went to work I was but a child,
And so I did not get to wake to go wild,
In mirthful song, "cheep! cheep! he-he!"
So I sweat for you and sweep your factories.

My best friend Anushka, who lost his left arm,
Because the factories don't care if we come to harm,
"Hush little Anushka for pain does not last,"
"It does; they want me to work twice as fast!"

And yet he was blessed, that night in his sleep,
In to the realm of the Angels he peeped,
All children he saw them, at work, at their looms,
Captive and caged in the satanic rooms.

Stooped down from Heaven, a god with a foot,
That stamped on the walls till they were dust and were soot,
Down valleys, in rivers, the children rejoice,
Filling the sound of the Earth with their voice.

God, speechless with Love for their souls, so bold,
Enveloped them in his aura of gold,
The zephyr divine for which Saints forfeit vice,
Given freely to children for their being so nice.

Anushka awoke, and walked to work for miles,
Over the valleys and over the hills,
Though the factories loomed, Anushka did not fear,
For he possessed what tyrant does not; knowledge that God is near.

As I approach soft
The golden grove its petals
Rain like scattered rice

Birdsong riots wild
The menagerie's music
Enchanting the sky

Herein we are one
Indivisible from life
Nature's beating heart

Lord of my Love,
Give me direction,
Teach me to strive,
For care and affection.

Do not be deceived of your soul's worth,
love will be found even in love's dearth,
the devil lies because truth doesn't sell,
in our knowledge of our soul's perfection consists his hell,
let not thy flame be sullied by doubt,
remain to its awesome truth bethrothed, devout,
and therein become a babe anew,
which wakes to watch the world in bloom.

In a house as lively as an elephant's heart the artists dwell,
Where they dream in lucid streams upon a beam,
Where their magic and their passion swell,
Which bears aloft their art supreme.

Inside its walls bleed molten colour, adorned by light,
Immortal, transcendent music plays from wayfarer's hands,
All joy and all love soars in there, eternal delight,
As if the place enchanted by magician's wanton wand.

May my Heart take solace in the seed of every child's own cosmos.
Every child hears the stars, and shrieks with joy at the rainbow,
That beams from heaven just to regale the babes of the world.
Those that play at wisdom sully the child's worlds with lies, because the truth doesn't sell, deceiving the soul and self of worth.
I wish I could traverse the valleys and fathom the stars that are the topography of child's cosmos, under that cosmic canopy, that mystical frontier;
Beyond which we can comprehend its truths so strange and queer,
Where Creation makes butterflies of her children and frees them, Love sets Hearts free from mind's mannacles,
Nay no child quarrels with the rainbow.

Amidst an aura, divinest vision
Rendered with sublime precision,
Invites me to peer, enchanting sight,
Consists in his immortal glow an eternal delight,
Heart fluttering in time with mine,
Communicating in universal rhyme,
A magnificent array of colour,
Ripples through his enveloping aura,
Imbued with light that permeates all time.

The sublime hippie makes the heart gestate,
Makes my spirit feel elate,
I want my heart to waltz with his,
In to kingdom of Passion's bliss,
Upon the shores we'd frolic, play,
Soothing, quelling fear, dismay,
With him I am engorged on bliss,
Touched by the light of luck's kiss,
All throughout the day.

O Angel, Angel, they doubt thy truth,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth,
But rainbows shine in spite of faith,
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
The world is good (and good is true),
And more good for the life of you,
You are a beacon of hope and joy,
Could inspire the rise and fall of troy,
With heaven's light imbued.

O yield to me o wandering companion,
Admit my Heart to Passion's elusive kingdom,
Wherein the birds of Paradise take flight,
Begetting song of joy and eternal delight.

Borne aloft on incandescent, divine zephyr,
Effusing from transcendent, otherworldly ether,
I am swept up in a hurricane, that rolls and waves,
My mesmerized Heart raves, across this reality's enchanted plane.

Love, a beau blooming blossom to be in awe of, to devour,
Through every wild and carefree hour,
So yield to me like water, wine,
And fathom Love and soar divine.

Amongst sullied Hearts goes the light of Love apace,
With dark-filled eyes men and women with Hearts held out,
Remain hungry.
May beatitudes be felt there, and passion, and grace,
May rare be the feeling, vigorous the impulse,
Liberated of burden.
Where bitterness and vice, that cosmetic feeling that cloak,
Where vainglory petrify hearts to stone,
Love moves stone Hearts to tears,
Let her alchemy be known.

Would you dare and would you dream,
Where lucid streams of beams beget,
The truth of what can truly be,
Which inspires us with its astonishing gleam.

Paths that cross on Heart emboss,
The soul with fragile lines of poetry,
Mercy, pity, therein we are free,
Two truths that soar divine like albatross.

Be our blessings so: what's mine is yours,
Be our time bold, bloated with magic,
So that our journey be epic, mythic,
As flutterby moments yield to a multitude of hours.

When Love gains strength it gifts with light of Peace,
Your affection, your clamouring care my love increase,
An Angel painting my heart in cerise,
Raising thoughts of care to pain's release,
Let all the quibbling gripes of anger be deceased,
And do the thing where we majestically speak one' s piece,
No doubt of Love, no cynical caprice,
That forsakes her Beauty, so rare forsooth, so nice.

Live long love, beget your bounty,
Transcend language and country,
She is wise and reliable, like ancient trees,
Astonishing Hearts with her artistry,
Spellbound by her pageantry.

You cannot perceive a rainbow without an array of colour,
Or know the majesty of colour, for it being bereft of rainbow,
You cannot conceive of a single soul,
Without knowledge of the divine source from which its zest blows.
Could you see the pearl in the moon without the rust of the red burnished sun?
Through which the cosmic fires run,
You could not be moved power of a single rhyme,
Lest you see how it's spilling in to the cosmic song, dancing throughout time.
Long live one truth, to which I am devote,
The world is a myth, the cosmos our home, souls reared on a spiritual outpost suspended on a light mote.
One creation adorned by flowering hearts - kin and twin - that cross on path of bliss,
Every mind wants to know what every other saw, prithee tell how you see like this.
Beaming, beating, bubbling hearts, waltz through the flowering universe,
The poet cries end of Love's dearth, and communicate its joys in verse,
Now thou hast give me the knowledge of my path towards eternal delight,
In knowledge of the unity of all things I will source my light, take flight, and fight.

The Bengalis rejoice, for the bardic voice,
Is born again in innocent infant souls,
The magical ludic spirit does entice,
Their stainless minds, rapt in thrall,
From whence does this purest passion come,
Its origin is unaccounted for,
But it's magic music they happy hum,
And to cynical, jaded souls implore,
     O, the babes of the world rejoice,
     I love to hear their tender voice.

May the fire of your Heart smoulder among us, O Faerie,
Blessed and restorative, and inspire us to dance.

We are cynics in our jaded and bitter realism,
Our eyes are like scalpels, dissecting a Lion.

Be brave and fly o'er their weary heads, my Love,
And may your blessings rain like cosmic snow,
Like rice thrown at a wedding to sanctify the union.

May they feel your warmth, my Love, and therein see,
The crux of life; let them breathe and dream and in that truth be spirited.

Take your place in the world's interstices, my Love.
A faerie flower bending to teach a human seed,
And when the sky runs out of daytime colours,
Retire to your worship of the night's elusive spirit.

The sky bursts in to catherine wheels of molten colour;
The moon ascends to her celestial throne;
And stars sprinkled like diamonds on nature's diadem
As the city slept, oblivious of splendour.

Art there a passage to the wilderness,
To go into the world, unfurled, my friend?
We'll run with the sun, under purple skies.

My feet are insatiate.

To and fro they go, dreaming, rocking to and fro,
With light, bright step upon Earth's pearl.

All the world is a treasure.

Betwixt which city will twin hearts cross.

Up which raggedy tree, reliable as lungs,
Under what soot bridge with portals to elsewhere,
I wonder, mind asunder, in what dreamy daze you dwell,
As we yield to fantasy, my love.

Dare I count the ways I love thee,
Lest I suggest thy Beauty is limited,
To honor your immortal grace is my duty,
For therein I am spirited,
There is nothing on Earth as exquisite as you,
For roving on your sight,
Through my Heart a warm breeze blew,
Immersed in eternal delight.

If paths that be cleft be cleft forever,
Allow me not to feel bereaved,
I know that day has come already,
Cloaking me in pains and stresses,
My sight of you is gone,
But rainbows shine in spite of faith,
And suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
So you live on,
Your truth written lucid on the sky,
For time brighter and fuller,
Pure is the heart that hurls itself,
Imporing, begging a friend to mend,
The dented diamond divulged by a friend's dream,
Which the voyager doth hold in low esteem.

He feels and writes like he has the heart of Ganesh,
With his mind I want to have an exchange, enmesh,
A flower with love's light imbued,
Conjures word, makes it spirit's food,
This is his time, all time is his,
O Beauty, I beg you, tell me how do you see the world like this?

Be now peaceful and singing and dancing,
To whom do we owe the pleasure of being guide by a divinely wrought star?
Spread thy arms and be akimbo to the blessings.

Blessings brood where the mother sews her seed,
And where the troubador begets interlude on Love's truth,
Blessings rain in streams of dreams,
I'm covered in the light of their aura,
Lent from an endowed heaven so a haunted Earth can see.

Let there be light!
His first exclamation. The only rule correctly accredited to him and to which I will obey.
In lore a Hebrew King, in reality, a world of light and love he is,
In all of us.

Emerge from thy darkness and sing for sadhana,
Only happiness can manifest,
And mirth, and jest.

The hour is long and the darkness soul deep,
Utterly isolate in an ocean of souls,
Our tryst has become, by you, anulled,
Without you, bereft of my Heart's gold,
No more indulgence of my bliss,
No more imagining your luck's kiss,
But imagining still your lilting songs,
Which stir the air amidst tattling throngs,
Cleft in twain now, I bid thee farewell,
And pray you soar, not fathom hell.

I give my heart to Earth, to compassionate creatures,
Beat to beat, skip to skip, it's theirs,
My heart plays a riot most illustrious, tis begging to be heard,
For Earth inspires me to form an earnest L word,
Beat to beat, skip to skip, it's theirs.

Whenever I am lost in my head away from Earth it's pain,
So I hurl my heart at her with joy,
Immerse my Self under the cosmic canopy,
That mystical frontier, beneath which we can,
Comprehend it's truths so strange and queer.

As stars die and run out of colour,
As consciousness fades,
As the sun stoops her head and bows out,
Adorned by sad drops of light,
As cities decay and yield to dust,
As people's footprints fade away,
As smiles erase from memory,
Into the flux and chaos we go,
Where the mind is free,
To find its true bliss,
A paradise and kingdom to me is, praise this truth