"devas" poems
I share my wife and bed with another guy
They look into each others' eyes and with love they sigh
It's not easy, but there is so much love
And support from the angels and devas above
It is a challenge, we are all full of desires and need
We share laughter, massage, mystery, and games
With careful, open eyes we proceed
In the morn sometimes she's exhausted from their labors of love
I serve her a fruit shake, creamy and cold
And we listen, dazed to the morning dove
As the sun rises, hues of bronze and gold
Some may think a ********* is the cat's meow
An exciting adventure of discovery, and how!
But there's a lot of homework on this path of old
Even if the other guy is only eight months old!
Even if it's all about lactation
Not ***********
It's still a path to walk where so many riches unfold!
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
The Universe is our Kamasutra
constellations, red tailed comets
brilliant devas, divine horsemen
prance through the galactic playground
everywhere and in everything
our eyes behold a starry courtship
Romance impregnates the very air
we breathe
billowy breezes caress our bodies
and the sun does not hesitate
to shower us with burning kisses
mysterious lady of the coven night
cools the passions of the day
with dreamy moonlight and
soft melody
Innocent, pristine
we experience, explore and
enjoy the sacred foreplay
blooming in the garden
of our chakras
So vastly turned on
feeling high
expansive
all inclusive
How can we contain the
bliss that courses
through every particle
and atom towards its
ultimate collective
consummation
Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati
locked forever in the throes of Love
“Spirit and Nature dancing together”
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
On watching Indian Polity
Such was my country twenty-one Summers ago
In a starry night I ,with my wife Prema young
Walked along the road of midnight Mysore slow
As snow veil clad chilling breeze rippled along.
No ****** , drunkard, rowdy, as hyenas did draw
No clique with camera to strip or **** did throng
An auto -driver so friendly took us to a lodge; so
Gladly with son Sudev we enjoyed Dassara song .
Now, in every city , I fancy , Sahasralinga’s attacks
From Bars with bars such barbarians may pounce
As executive dread such law-breakers to punish.
Political aspirants languid sit in and pronounce
In Parliament to protect the culprits from barracks
Deceiving democrats and putting them in anguish.
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Note: Prema: name of wife; Sudev: name of baby(son). Sahasralinga: nickname of Indra /Devendra.(King of Devas who live in luxury. Parliament: the legislative building. Mysore: the city in Karnataka,India former capital of Mysore kings. Dassara:a state festival in Karnataka,
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
On The Sixth Moon's Night
I came to contemplate the cosmos.
I awoke on a mountainous range:
Projected were ten thousand isles, scattered in remain.
All dancing differently,
But constructing one eternal game.
To what extent might my eye expand?
To what end will death cast its sand?
Upon what shore may the waves crash again
In peace and calm harmony?
No matter how many curtains the Devas will draw
Or how many distinctions Māyā will make~
Always, the un-curved perfection subdues and surrenders to them all.
Like the water-way, cultivating life and harvesting it on the other side.
Formless, it surpasses all stiff form and creates a path of least resistance
To the goal of the heart.
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You cannot carve a stone buddha out of human flesh.
A stone buddha cannot experience samadhi nor still a pond.
Mind is a mirror
that must be seen clearer!
But behind the glass and that transient social class,
What is that divine perception?
"The Ultimate Peerer"
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
A young pandit
with infinity
in his eyes
smiles
When I ask
if I may pour
the holy prasad
into the roots
of the sacred
Peepal tree
The heart-shaped
leaves dance
as I approach
silk sari
fluttering
colors
They dance
before
and
after
dance
always
all is bliss
to the devas
of this lovely tree
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.
The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.
Situations whirl around me.
Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan
Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras
Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.
But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.
Soft, eternal, and unshaken
Do what is necessary
Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava
Moments rise and fall
Karma spins its golden wheel.
In the center of it all
Like a flickering diya in the wind
Like Draupadi with folded hands
I stood… still.
Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.
Until something touched me
Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light
Like the jyoti of Arunachala.
The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.
It said:
When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.
Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.
When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.
Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.
So I bow
Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.
I do not run after answers.
I do not ask the winds to calm.
I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.
That ties duty to devotion.
Lets love carry its weight.
With no need for reward.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
The purest form of grace I know
Is shown in vows forged long ago;
A bodhi mind aspired to save
All beings caught within the wave
Of grim Samsara's round of birth --
A mighty Vow that shook the earth;
While from the heavens flowers fell,
That fluttered to the deepest hell,
And dharma fragrance even there
Perfumed the dark and hopeless air;
Then devas, men and hungry ghosts --
In every realm these countless hosts --
Saw piercing their Samsaric night
A dazzling and unhindered Light,
And heard these words: 'Would you receive
Rebirth in Bliss? Then just believe
In My resolve and power to save
All beings from Samsara's wave,
And say My Name, My Name alone,
That at the end, when life is done,
I shall appear before your eyes;
(You have My word that your demise
Pertains to but conditioned things);
Your bodhi mind shall rise on wings
To Sukhavati's blissful shore,
And Namo Amitabha ever more!'
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC