O Devi, awaken the good in all,
there's no demon, nor devil
but in our mind, our will.

Raise our spirit, O Devi,
to the mountain's height
so we can use our might
to leave narrowness and rise above,
learn to live in amity and love!

The evening sky streaked with the colours of the setting sun
To look at it....oh so much fun!!!
Like a bullet fired from a solar gun
Whose main purpose is to stun
Aw!!!  ****!!!.  ....the sun's gone...that's it...i think i'm done!!!
The beautiful amalgamation of fireworks has now turned into a dark empire
But wait....it seems to have has it's charm...
....namely the stars and the moon
Gosh that does make me swoon!!!
Soulgasms followed by soulgasms
I can't take it no more
So i'll just close my eyes and give in to this incredible pleasure
And as the cool breeze strokes my hair away
And the sound of leaves dancing in the wind give me eargasms
I can feel myself "coming" again!!!

I look at you with love and compassion...
...Like yours is the only face i want to see
You on the other hand look at me with disgust and contempt...
...Like you'd rather see any other face than mine
...what contrasting views we have!!!

With a hint of death
mingling in the air,
the nocturnal snapdragon is
digging wells,
not just for water,
but also as final resting
places for friends back home,
in the garden,
deep within the soil.

Callous hands and feet
speak of insufficiency
and misery under the sun,
the one lone solace comes
with night,
and the partaking of
her body's delicacies,
bringing her innumerably
to the helve,
as she sings heavenly things
about the architecture
we creatures fall
so easily from.

Where are you Devi ?

Up in the Kailasha
in the arms of Mahadeva
snowclad silent in meditation
while down below in their settlement
humans in the belief you've come down
adorn you with flowers with their hands
and with those same hands **** own blood
rob own kin debauch mothers and sisters
crowd your place of worship with no piety
but for selfies with your image on the background
for Devi unbeknownst to even you
you're no more the Shakti
the prowess against the Evil
but a commerce, a commodity
in the hands of men of 21st century
who know to worship only money.

The old blanket is so hard to discard

dramas have unfolded in its folds
upheavals of winter's orogeny
trills of two birds in ecstatic thrill
to the rest in the ripened knowledge

we have made a home
we have earned it.

In the still of night
under the old blanket
the tales are relived
without a touch
a word..

The old blanket is so hard to discard.

Always give yourself the first priority...you come first...the world comes later.

There are very few visuals as seductive as a cloudy sky...the sight of dark clouds moving in that slow motion, sound of thunder, the flashes of lightning and the pre-shower smell...it's like the earth getting itself ready to be drenched with the drops of love...and then the post shower smell...oh man!!! simply *******.

Love is like a paperboat...once you set it to sail...you no longer have any control over it...it has to chart it's own course and find it's way through the vastness of the sea.