deep inside her
this myriad of colors ~~
is it a full moon?


© 2021

into this fire
of pure awareness
i offer
the body
mind
intellect and ego ....

in the charred embers
of this funeral pyre
emerges
a pristine white lotus
with one thousand petals
each petal
a proxy for a billion residual desires
burnt forever

now,
time and space 
simply fade away

© 2021

nothing can exist
in which you are not,
my blue lord!

deep within those expressive blue eyes,
is a floating peacock feather.
even in koln’s cold full moon now,
i see a tinge of blue.

in all her panoramic photos
which showcase a cerulean blue,
i only see you...
everything animate or inanimate
is you

you’re the Buddha
teaching
the science of the formless!

where there’s dharma, there’s Krsna
where there’s artha, there’s Krsna
where there’s kama, there’s Krsna
where there’s moksha, there’s Krsna

here, there and everywhere,
all i see is Krsna.
yet she says she doesn’t see you,
i wonder why?

© 2023

i’ll be waiting, the usual place
no rhyme, no reason
just a glimpse of that face,
seething anger takes a lil toll
a bit of dancing to soothe that soul

sitting
at this karaoke bar
loneliness longs company

conversations with an empty martini glass
brings bittersweet memories of good times past,
i wish you best in that search for green
here, things will be the same
just a lil less sheen


© 2021

standing in tree pose
palms folded above head,
not even the raging flames
which envelope you
dare threaten thy resolve,
as those fish-shaped eyes
meditate on
the space between the brows
where your true love resides

resident of kanchi,
need for strict austerities
are now over.....

it’s time to open
those compassionate eyes
and cast a glance
at the verklempt heart
of your ultimate devotee,

me!

©2021

linguistic creativity
plus telegraphic brevity
spiced with a poet’s insecurity
make up the key ingredients
for high quality poetry

© 2019

while the whole world
takes my name
for eternal salvation,
i softly chant
under each breath
the magical words
radha...radha...radha...
my eternal love

without whom
i'm merely
the burnt ashes
which remain
after that fragrant incense
called radha
has been lit

© 2019

only when i hear
those magical words:
“i love you”
leave your enticing
bow shaped lips
do i have a raison d’etre

absent  
i wander like a recluse
half mad, half nomad
fully devoid of purpose

the altruistic love
you shower
eternally charges
the battery of my existence
sans la quelle
juke box of life ceases to play

these temporary duracells
are withering away radhika
end this tirade,
come lock your lips with mine
like we used to
in the good old days of the vraj

© 2019

a curled black serpent ascends

her piercing eyes hell bent
on kissing
seven white lotus buds
placed along spine

with each peck
buds bloom in ecstasy,
reversing that
illusory mirror of duality
making dreamer and his dream one

nectar descends


© 2019

at the junction
of your vermillion adorned forehead
where the rivers of 
ida, pingala and sushumna meet,
lies the point of singularity
from where
our cosmos exploded
into this unwieldy clutter

with it
an unseen fifth dimension....
a spider like web of illusion
deluding all humanity
into incessant action
where
only karmas multiply

oh maya!
i implore you
to end
this vicious cycle

reveal
that white lotus with a thousand petals
sitting in your cerebrum,
where the love of your life
sporting that chiseled crescent
meditates
in contemplative silence

© 2021

i stand
palms folded
in mute surrender
to the crescent bearing goddess,
whose fish shaped eyes
bear sole witness
to the final cosmic dance
into which
all beings
animate and inanimate
dissolve into

between
her sensuous orbs,
atoms and stars
music and cacophony
love and hate
consciousness and matter
all become one

© 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

atop
that golden haystack
mounted on an unwieldy bullock cart
you wished we had......

a regret of a million lifetimes!

every time
your plucky smile flashes
in the sacred space between brows,
i see a wish fulfilling acacia tree
nymphalid butterflies flutter in my gut
and rapid clips of lifetimes past
neatly edited,
projected as movie trailers

your deathlike silence
has quietly become my universe,
as i pen in moon-like solitude
memoirs of an unrequited love

© 2019

in the rarified air of kilimanjaro
damsel vyomakesi
sporting parrot in hand
seduces
recluse vyomakesa
to another game of wanton love making

some five thousand feet below....

i battle
uphill
step by step
breathless
ambling into the den of lassitude

intellection and fervor dissipate
until that experiential void is hit
as frugal breaths get consumed
for unalloyed endurance
at that razor’s edge
between life and death

just then
the root mantra of subsistence
alights the anima
soham...soham...soham
it whispers

iceberg mendicant
you take a pause
from that fervid dalliance
with the galactic enchantress
to throw my way, an entranced smile

hermetical vyoma
armed with that beam
i’ve now merged
with the macrocosm

©2019

neither united
nor separated,
lovers
we’ve been
for ages

our love
older than
the methuselah
in far away Libra

no distance quells it
no fire burns it
no weapons dare
destroy it

not even
the death sword of shiva

i’m yours!

just like water
from rain clouds
becomes a part of the ocean
forever and ever

© 2019

within
these five syllables
lies the universe...
you,
angels and demons
me, included too

so do
the five elements,
the past, present and future,
and the states of waking, dream and deep sleep too...

this is where
the atom gets to pirouette
thanks to his cosmic breath
which reverberates
the mantra OM

in that sentient golden hall
with a thousand pillars
the enchanting damsel of illusion
who once shared half his body
stands in total surrender🙏

bound by duality,
she’s awestruck
at the sight of his pantomimic dance
spanning eleven dimensions
which even crushes saintly time


© 2021

i knew not
of you or your exploits
till that time
when my finely tuned nasal buds
invaded by your magical creation
transported me
to a fragrant heaven of sorts,
merging me temporarily
deep inside her moist velvet purse

‘For Her’
your fitting tribute
to grace, perfection
and all womanhood

if only
you could’ve come up
with a more permanent fix,
while you helped me
win that game of lust
i seem to have
lost the war on love


© 2019

this land
i know not
yet feel in every pore
melts
the chocolate of my heart
and rains
clouds of memories
of halcyon past

like an unseen
alter ego
you become
soul’s soliloquy
in life’s theater

a tranquil resort
for spirit
that flys me away
from the forbearing demands
of existence
and the whimsical inexactitude
dubbed life

Soto!
in spirit
i have become
one with thee
will thou accept me as thy lover?

© 2019

show me
but a glimpse
of your alluring beauty

an unlined forehead
streaked with vermilion,
lotus-like eyes
where cupid resides,
bow shaped lips
which shame the tulips,
and those full-moon bubbles
which alleviate all troubles

even shiva
cosmic ascetic
gets weak in the knees,
in your voluptuous presence

© 2019

the world calls you a beauty
and me the beast.
you call me a pagan,
while i smirk knowing you’re the crusader.
society says you’re the intellectual and i a mere lowbrow,
what is night for you, feels like my day!
and what you deem so ugly,
my darling
i find intricately beautiful!

this is the sum total of our lives.


© 2021

picking fall couture ~~
when did she start putting
herself in his shoes?


© 2021

peeling
petal after petal
of pink peonies
she coyly ponders.....

he loves me
he loves me not

as this
melancholic yellow rose
domiciled in the forbidden city
seeks bodacious love
amidst
poems and peonies

© 2021

the intensity of my love
is a pure white light
which sparkles through
the prism of her heart

whose pristine refraction
ensures
her perception of myriad colors
helping paint
her canvas of life

no pirates
from Soto or Somalia
dare steal
this prism

for that glass
alone
holds the key
to the prism of this soul

© 2019