Divided I am on this December night
Into many a part of unequal spirit.
All sneak sinuous, serpentine, and surreal,  
To hide under my warm winter blanket,
There to unfurl slowly, coil by coil,
for whatever the new year may yield.

golden rays of sun, kiss Your soft cheeks.
and clovers sprout in the path You followed.
Your pomegranate lips softly hum, melodic a
as a nightingale's song. I ache for a taste.
Oh my persephone, bring on the season,
where hyacinth blooms and morning dew
sleeps soundly on fields. Your lovely soul,
as pure as springs beauty. for star-shine
sparkles in your eyes. lighting up all of
earth, all of My life along with it. gentle
hand, intertwined. bless me with Your
glace. baptize me, pomegranate kiss.
planting seeds inside, My heart. budding,
growing. my Love for You, flourishes like a
garden. forever abundant.

if heaven is real, it's an open road
it's a place I've been on far off travels
where the light hits right and the sun is warm, like the love of a friend
it's a moment in time where you remember
that the world is a beautiful place
despite the cruelty, agony, and pain
it's the eye-shine on a deer amidst a
nighttime field, the headlights pass over
it's the vision of a birdshadow crossing overhead, or landing beside you
like an angel checking in
beady eyes bright with intelligence
letting you know heaven is happiness
and nothing more, nothing less

O' my beloved, Visit me here
Amid the romantic breezes,
There's a plea in my eyes
Don't you see it?
This poor man pleases,
Shikaras lit with golden lights
Float like fireflies,
Hands in hand in the moonlight,
The finest love we will make
Euphoria will be in the skies
And we will sail on Dal lake.

A girl from south India
Unrolled her grief to me:
Being black is like a curse
No one approaches me
To me, every day is a tempest
The ocean seems black,
And so the sky;
No one seems to be smiling back.

O' dear, Believe in yourself;
I have heard of a boy:
The most beautiful of all
He's black, his name is Krishna;
Color is in the eyes and if it hurts
You haven't found the right eyes
Of the burden on your head
I shall make it lighter
I shall steal light from the stars
To make you a bit brighter,
And of your scars
I shall plea to Krishna that
You'll shine among the stars.