The hills rise above the dark mist
A net of stars nestled in a city below
My rugged vision passes over
the obscure weeds bordering the highway

My breath will turn to dust in the passages of time
My lover shall lose his distance and pass over by my side
Like all roads that must meet in this vastness of eternity
The stripes of crossings being walked upon merge discreetly

Tunnels of gray illusions can blind me
The watch and walls seem to enslave me
But awareness clears the horizon lying ahead
As I realise I am the pawn…and I am the player

The salty sands of Morocco beckon
The spirit that animates you and I
Though the hearts we are wearing look in different directions
My mind has lost the sanity of separation

My jaw holds silence as stiffly as the windows
That rattle as the bus meanders the oft-beaten way
Through impositions of stone and tar and strange faces
Sporadic trees laboring sweet flowers in the harshness

I lend some space to my weary mood
Just gazing at the glistening moon
Endlessly..stirring ripples of ‘you’ness
I sense is grander than my solitudinal existence
I can’t define…
…like a timeless ritual my heart engaged in secretly
While my mind seems to be lost in translation

As the ship pulls out its sail
I gaze at the shore distancing itself
to let me go
And move on to lands unseen before

St.Germain bless me on this voyage
For it’s been long and eventful
Leave out all the aches of familiarity
and just let my heart hit home
..in the unknown

It is still the melon yellows of a sunrise
But I see it with a new set of eyes
The ones made by a God in a journey of his own
Enlightened discernment showing its way

La mèr(e) embrasse tout les histoires
De tout le monde triste et mort
Mais elle attend pour le jour..
…quand elle se transforme en le plage d’or…

The sea beckons me like an alchemist in introspection
Asks me the reasons for one’s existence…
I smile and tell her, “joy…”
To which she laughs to my face and swims away in waves

Where is your lover she questions again
A pretty sage like me must not be treated sympathetically
He’s still to be known to eyes anew I sigh
For a new story has just begun to weave today

She stares at me amid her newfound contemplations
Wondering who her lover is…
I gesture to the sky, the one she beholds
through his splendour as well as nightmares
as she clasps her currents in rapturous knowingness…

Grand dunes of white loom like the wise moais
Bleaching my mind of its beliefs like never before
Serene palms sway in their everlasting romances
Circling the arid desert in all their festive purity

J’arrive…j’arrive enfin…
avec une nouvelle comprehension
With my past left on the other side of the sea
Just a tiny freckle of sunshine
sailing through this dusty city
Looking to write a new diary of adventure
as people of the land estrange me in their glances
Like a child lost in an adult’s market
Life puts me in a perpetual daze
Wading through it like a sequinned fakir
My heart longs to anchor itself to the mal de tropiques

Anklets of gold à prostituée les sables { solicited to the sands}
Walked as they were past the empty dunes whispering
The eternity is set still in silence
As the cosmic dust arrives to take shape

Feetless forms make way under the milky twilight
As formless spirits gather in spaceless terrains
They gathered in the shadow of the Tigris
To create you with languages beyond silence

The sylphs hung low in the desert air
Alongside the swirling beings of light
While across time the town lay blinded in zombie dreams
As the omniscient sufis whirled in celebration

Thus they created a soul to be caged
In the darkness of the karmic blades
They seared his heart with love’s pain
Enslaving him to desires of the wise

Rise! Oh dear Prophet!
For you have been burned to the stake
For the wisdom you have been christened with
You have walked on waters of faith
When the foolish kings lost their ways
You have wielded miracles from stones
When as the erudite witch you were raped

Now the time is right for you to sing
Across the moors of violets the Creators wait
As the endless gaze from the stars torture you
With recollections of your infinite grace

Let the splendour of the yonder realms
Leave you gasping for more of this divine ecstasy
As you daze the world with your lyrical delirium
Thrusting into submission the hollows of ignorant minds

Weep as you bleed your illusions now
And set ablaze the sacred pyres of oneness
To burn your masks that have blinded you
To clearly see beyond those crawling into perceptions

Oh Messiah wake up Now!
For you are as old as the moon and Saturn
A shining star that is now on earth transcending
The love in your heart is opening up galaxies

In the earthly span of this minute
As stardust kisses your forehead, be prepared
For the floodgates of the mystical worlds to open
Washing away ruins of religion in the rippling throes of orgasmic bliss.

~ Dedicated to Sting – one who speaks in the most ancient language of the Universe through his prophetic lyrics and music…

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~ Inspired by Chopin’s “Nocturne”…as rendered by Joshua Bell…

~*~

My world turns as slowly
as the ebb and fall of your chest
A dove flutters to the window
I watch her as I lay next to you
Just as she watches me across the glass
I wonder…
if I could see the world with only one view
…as she does
Would I still view it as complete
…as she does?
Would I be as content with it
…as she is?
If I saw two different perspectives
which merge in the darkness that lies between my eyes
Would I still be as peaceful
…as she is?

The truth runs across the dancing everglades
With the storm clouds of dreams
threatening to explode above them
Would I be the woman
that lets her child run through them
willing to let it fall
to let it come back bleeding,
or would I protect it
so much that it never knows
to walk against the winds of change
never knowing what existence
my womb has to it lent?

Silence falls like feathers in the night
It’s a nocturne symphony the gifted are meant to hear
Fewer among them are the messiahs
betrothed to the art in their souls
who play them as if the world exists no more
I wonder…
if I were one of them
Would I find the song of every movement
…as they do?
Would I bleed willingly with the pain of so much tenderness
…as they do?
Would I close my eyes to open my ears to the Uni Verse
…as they do?
And let my soul depart from this containment to the towers of musical splendor
…as they do?

Form gives way to formlessness
the names hush into namelessness
griefs shatter into peace
and violence breaks down into melody
such is a magic…a thing called beauty…that lasts an eternity.

All I want is to share an anguished sob
Borne by the deep desire to be in your arms
Not by war or by religion, separated we are by reluctance
To share the temporal love bleeding our mortal hearts

Just to let it go.. just to let it flow
We have survived so many ravages of time
Yet here we are standing across an ocean
Pretending significance of a desert parching our lives

Just look at me…maybe just a cursory second glance
This time you know we are to inevitably overcome
The distractions of our commitments and a defunct past
Reach out and touch me tender…
May the man in you awaken to a woman’s surrender

Think… who are you to hold principles in a kingdom ruled by Love
See… the despair you ignite for your attentive reserve
Hear… the silences that moan for the longings of your fiddle
Feel… the forgotten dreams I’ve caressed a lifetime before

Even the masts make love at night to the very winds they charge against
Come home to me handing your bitterness to the sun to sink
I stand here having lost the comforts youth robbed me when it left
Let love mirror the only thing unbroken in the solitary refuge of death

His eyes spoke secretly of the quietest stars
Held by deep blues of an aviator’s lonely scars
His frothy mead shimmered with Morrison’s glorious craze
The bittergold Russian passion still set his spirit ablaze

There were days he spent in intense brooding
Thoughts that took him beyond the milky ways
His soul was of stardust, a heart of colors inlaid
And yet here he was…
…carrying the surprised pleasure of a child’s games

He awoke in the rebellious hours of dawn
Even while his mind played the same ol’ songs
He held on tight to the clouds of difference overhead
Lest the blue skies chase away his adored madness

In his vacant existence he sighs from longings of another planet
A desire for home sees him searching through naked plains
Holding to the unknown dream he holds responsible the heavens above
Disquieting the gods for his yearning to finally belong

One day he talked to me like Peter Pan to a broken child
Embalming me with awe of the tales of his kingdom grandiose
The prudence of a naive soul-string he later let me know
Amazed I was by the generosity the wisest of the innocent can bestow

Man made of a galaxy far beyond imagery
I wish for sands of gold for all time under your brotherly feet
When the kaleidoscope of illusions finally breaks you free
I pray you unite with your brethren in an alternate reality

~~ Dedicated to Susheel, with Love and Gratitude for all that he is….
and for being the ‘Savior with the beer’!

Your memories rob me of my words
As the photographs lose their colors
Nameless feelings dawned in a mist
Your black and white grace I’m beginning to miss

Waiting in line for a whitewashed mind
It may take a storm to lose the track of time
Looking for clarity in the chords of a guitar
Someday baby you’ll know you were my star…

Like reefs swaying in the oceans below
We wave at you as you fly above
To paint your dreams in the apple of your eye
My seagull spirit soars listlessly over the isles

Someday I long to be at the bottom
Of these endless depths of emotion
A pebble waiting to settle on the floor
Being circled by your mysterious undercurrents

The moss grows back on the stones
The moistness crawls back into my soul
The sun is lost in his thoughts among the clouds
The gardens seem to have lost their sounds

I gaze at this sepia scene through my tainted window
Listening glassy-eyed to your favorite song on the radio
This connection torments me again as we stretch these lines
Someday you’ll know…
a mere touch of tenderness can shatter images of lifetimes

~~merci ‘la rose noir’

We are the semblance of a love affair
You so far that you’ve come nearby
Barely exchanged a kiss
But it seems like we don’t fit
Yet I feel this twinge as you are leaving
With a message, “…dunno when I will be returning”

This is something irrational
Seems like love but there seems none
of those fluttery butterfly feelings
Just a pull of those heart strings
As if I am a harp down in the middle of this sea
Played like Ariel with an unknown longing
For a man who’s in a different shore of his dreams

We are the semblance of a close friendship
You so close that it’s now intimate
Barely held each other
But it seemed we were both too tensed
Yet I felt this gurgle of storm as you left
With a message, “hope to see you soon…someday”

This is something irrational
Seems like love but it seems none
of these crazy terms matter anymore
Just you and I feeling close
As though we are still in the same city
Talking about our music and your sketching
While our legs brushed in silent desires underneath

Yes it’s just a semblance
of spring in the potpourris
Yes it’s just a little unreal
like a perfume bottle holding the summer breeze
Yes there is a trace of poignancy
like lost lovers on a winter night
Now I stand on the pier drenched in the tropical rains…
while desires color you in inflamed autumn forests

_________

~ à m’inspiration, Vinu

Life and destiny…
are like the lover and its mother
that I seem to have betrothed
under the stars, creating my own heaven
forming my questions about existence
while the answers are incandescent
like lanterns for a festival

I am going….
I am departing…
threading myself through this needle of time…
celebrating without reason
nowhere at all
as I belong…
nowhere at all
as I exist
nowhere at all

Waves they roll and crash
bring me ashore again and again
you can lead me anywhere
from Atlantis to Bombay
you can take the heart outta my chest
but can u take my soul away?
the journey owns it all the way

I am flying…
I am arriving…
weaving a fabric of illusion through time
ecstatic without reason
nowhere at all
as I reach…
nowhere at all
as I stay
nowhere at all

The grains that form diamonds
are the ones that light the furnace
the man who loved his nation
was the one who burnt a race
since I stepped on the moon
to talking across oceans
life is still pretty much the same
love and lilies science still can’t create…

we are dying…
we are moving…
leaving a trail of feelings through time
living without reason
nowhere at all
as we belong…
nowhere at all
as we exist
nowhere at all

The rainwater almost dries in the puddles
As the sun fights back this wet spell
He has turned ochre these days
Seems like he knows the changes I’m going through
An illusory battle he seems engaged in…
Like a couple fighting nude in bed…
…a prelude to inevitable lovemaking

The city is my home, the home is in my heart, this heart is in journey
The raindrops trickle and tickle down my back lustfully
I am too intent imagining your warm body with mine
Making my way through the droning traffic
Offers me a luxury of time in no one’s keep
I leave chronicles of thought in oft-passed lanes
Whispers of your words weave breezily through my hair

I close my eyes to open to you sensually
I am glad I was born blind to society
This natural attraction would’ve otherwise been labeled disgracefully
By those who sleazily watch the camel for its flesh as they do a woman
And I smile to myself self-consciously…
…musing about you making sweet love to your beautiful wife

La vie est beau e’ bizarre quelquefois
The leaves fall somewhere…flowering summer meadows elsewhere
This too shall pass…although maybe with us
As I gaze wordlessly in nothingness
…at the looming eclipse on the horizon

A process is all this phase is…
An experiment in illusions is all Life is…
An ephemeral peripheral is all these emotions are…
A desire is the eye of the storm that the Universe revolves