Sunrise
6 am
we are on holiday
his hands steadily tease
my body awake

he knows it’s not always easy
to make love to me
before coffee

he must be masterful
a sun god blazing
creating heat

by the time he enters me
the room is melting
and i am as wet
as the monterey sea
that slaps rhythmically
outside the open window pane

each ****** will change me
as the crashing wave
does the beach

i need some ground
in this abyss
so I'm holding on
my fingers
clutching his rib cage
the nape of his neck

finally i surrender  
let go and moan
and moan
like the oceans soft hum.

we meet at the horizon
at the edge of pleasure
and ***.

our bodies fall soft
our breath jagged

i couldn't possibly know then
that we were only days away

from never making love again.

I've seen the colour of poetry
It's black and white and blue
I've seen the love for poetry
It's in you and you and you

Invisible line of faith
balances the rocks of life
the sun and the moon
the day and the night

hopeful desires of the heart
and the guilty reasons of the mind
many a questions unanswered
line of karma, hard to find

Passive contentment
that everything is right
Or
the proactive approach
for the future bright

Dwindling thoughts
from extreme left to right
Rescuer brain
finds the middle path in sight


Manisha

"In spirit we are one"
The tree said to me as I closed my eyes to listen

And the sound lead to silence
and in Silence I learn

The hurts buried
inside the chasms of my being

I dive deeper and keep seeing
And let the tears come

'till I reach a place where I find
That there is no mind

And I am not me, I am what i seek
I am none

Yet I am life manifest
layers imposed and covered in unrest

Only to find what lies beneath
a sparkling jewel of heaven's crest

Just as  the tree
I'm here

And when I stop trying to become something
I become everything

And we flow with life
To a new moment...

Symphonies of time echoes for long
traversing the roads unkown
Left were the imprints, haunting bold

Singing rivers of deep melancholy
seeping beads of nostalgia in air
dancing vacant bouyant wind
uncovering the mystique affair

pieces of broken sense
mosaic of moments scattered
paused and captured in the time frame

heavy loaded steps
reminiscent of the baggage past
placing perspective right
We account for nothing in the galaxies vast


Manisha