Perhaps God
is the scent of
the Earth
fertile and drunk
with the sustenance
of rain or maybe
God is gravity
pulling us toward
the orbit of its grace
or God
Could be seeing
your love for the very
first time
the familiar longing
between old friends
No.
God is the taste
of pure ambrosia
when it drips from
your ever-plump lips...

Over thorns I have seen flowers lying tonight
I have seen moths near lamp dying tonight

I can see my vision getting blurred enough
Before me, I can't see you crying tonight

My speech is rambling on a prayer rug
And each wish from heart is flying tonight

Ever seen frozen eyes of a dead beloved?
Then, likewise my eyes are drying tonight

In the Imambara of Kashmir, Mirza! ***!
Ask your wish, why are you shying tonight