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Rama Krsna Jun 2019
the tree of life
with its roots entrenched in ego
incessantly watered by
the fountain of desire
flowers lofty expectations,
which when unfulfilled
crumble like dry leaves
from flames of disappointment
and the smoke of anger,
poisoning mind and intellect
till humans are human no more

© 2019
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
this bang from aeons ago
unleashes a dark centrifugal fury
in far-flung M87
devouring neighboring stardust

the other side of
this hawking spectacle,
a black king cobra
entrancingly coils
around a thousand-petalled white lotus
finale of an existential journey

misery over....

© 2019
see my poem on kundalini
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
light years distanced us
or so i speculated

the boat of life
steered by the sails of time
thru the tempest of kismet
brings me closer to home

just around the corner
a temple bell rings,
a muscular silhouette
riding a black buffalo mockingly smiles,
i hear his apocalyptic words:
I’m here

© 2019
Yama: god of death
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
meet me
neither in this city of inconstancy
where your stress levels
have reached stratospheric proportions,
nor
on the rolling hills of sotogrande
where new devotees flock
to catch a glimpse of thy beauty

but in zen-like thlllai
where we once started
our cosmic dance duel
in shameless duality

this time retracting the universe
and fulfilling sesha’s wish,
where
the one that eventually became many
now becomes one again

© 2019
thillai: spiritual center of the universe
sesha: cosmic serpent representing the DNA
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
under a cloudless sky
in this city of inconstancy
a perfect half moon
dazzles

the dark half
my tamasic nature
the bright half
your sattvic smile

forget not
any light thrives only
in the depth of intense darkness
cos my crepuscular complexion
alone absorbs thy fiery splendor

darling ambika!
having given
every pore to you
nothing remains

(to be continued....)

© 2019
sattvic: pure, light, goodness
tamasic: laziness, ignorance
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
tis the golden hour
atop this apsidal hall of sentience
seventy-two thousand bilva leaves
shimmer...
as four cosmic forces
simper
in mute surrender
to an eye-popping waltz
choreographed by
the crescent bearing jewel
who’s white as jasmine


© 2019
bilva: aegle marmelos
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
space between us
once brimming
with blazing sparklers
now, just cool mist
filled with reticence

this melancholic
london fog
like a standing Fender
strums up its own lyric

flashback....
to a tropical night
where
moon stoked waves
rapped a hip-hop tune

kneeling by a buoyant ocean
our lips locked
tanned bodies entangled
as goose bumps erupted
under the auspices
of a cynical full moon

© 2019
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