When the opposites hold hands,
contradictions vanish, the fragrance,
of love wafts in the air, symmetry results;
we would then walk the middle path, Buddha smiles!
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I am me and my other,
the other, my eyes,'I'-ness
is a girl, epitome of pride,
can you believe this?
I am a monk, celibate, walking the path-
of Tathagata, the infinitely merciful,
and she? capricious and young,
just the opposite of me, precisely,
yet, she is the jewel
in the thousand petaled lotus
I meditate on, day and night.
I walk upon the blade
of the gleaming metaphorical sword,
all the waking hours, without spilling
even a drop of blood,
I am the master of my mind,
keep it under my thumb, with an iron hand,
all my guru's grace, I salute him, my master,
I keep my concentration focused on-
the feet of the enlightened one,
before Buddha I prostrate,
**I chant, lift my mind, I hope,
she'll be in the eye of my trance, and evolve,
become the effulgent jewel, beyond compare.
She lives in that tranquil planet,
on the other shore of my mind, which is green ever.

I lied when I told you
that I was okay, that
colors were still colors
and that my thoughts
were still pure.

you should've known better,
dear, that I am the dirtiest
form of clean, gritty smile
and the inescapable nature
of a poet.

don't look so surprised
at the words that bounce
off the roof of my mouth.
I know you shudder at
my carelessness, at my
inclination to destruction,
but don't look at me that way,
darling.

don't come around,
if you can't thrive on decay.
don't think twice about leaving,
I never promised you a martyr.

Feet on the dash
We smoked the stash
Threw out the ash
& Tried not to crash

The smoke hangs
In the sun’s lazy rays
You brushed away my bangs
As we continued to blaze

Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s the high
But this feels like déjà vu
& I still don’t know why

Arresting artificial bloom from a  make believe garden,
Oh! magalomaniacal face of ill gotten glamour,
ribald queen of the kitsch, with endless variety in store,
age, cannot wither your, unmistakable garish taste-
or sadistic delights, each you do organize is outrageous,
than the one before, no doubt, how do you manage?
                  
I'll forget all those in an instance, but, that kiss, oh! that,
the one you gifted, to show you were pleased utmost,
stealthily away from the eyeshot of your posse of lovers,
other cannibals and party animals, under the darkened staircase,
was the last godforsaken straw;
 what a poor camel can do? if you so desire,
beggars, never were the choosers, you'd tell yourself,
in a self congratulatory note,
                      that much I am aware, my dear tormentor!

I have never known passion
Until it was your hand
Rubbing between
My increasingly wet legs
I never wanted to take anyone
The way by body aches to take you
Or better yet
Have you take me
You focus so much on my pleasure
Never being greedy
You get off on my moans
And baby
I just can't handle the overwhelming
Ecstasy
I find when your lips meet mine
Because all I can think about
Is my love for you
And how your the only person
I've truly made love with
And each moment we're together in hot passion
I find myself begging for you
Inside and Out
By Heart Loves You
My Soul Needs You
But My Body
It Wants You.