Another world

In My Mind , the fertile field of all that brings forth, I strung a Veena.
And to her vibrations I begged to create another world.
the rhythms and motions and forms and oceans then moved,
far beyond the reach of earth, galaxies to cross the cosmos.

Above the womb of creation ,vibrations stood still then
and poured all the essences of life into it ,
so from that supra-cosmic intercourse ,
was the world of my own imagination created.

Where unending chanting of love filled the space,
greed was replaced , with ever-lit face.
For love of one; for love of many
My world flourished into a garden of Moonshine..

Where Gods were Kind and mingled with humans,
and the chariot of rains was sprinkled with diamonds,
Not a single soul ever had a touch of cold,
as in eternal summer sweet grasses rolled

Thus ,My once parched soul was in happiness pandered ,
Knowing this place, now only the body wandered 

Last Love

Before I leave the womb of Earth,

To  scatter in dimensions ,beyond Birth.

In laps of Gods and in shadows of Silk

Weaved not out of tyrant time ,

But churned out of eternal milk

Shall I love once for last ,for sake of thy beauty Vast

Or will I be cursed on holy path,

 Where I must end all that boils

Including a lovers duty for thy holy beauty .

If I choose to be in warmth

And shadow of thine love

Would the Gods blame me?

For shallowness ,which my earthly flesh

Treasures so deep .

They say,

I must have my colorless wings

And cant afford the oil of thy love

On my feathers of righteousness that stings

And must vanish dry and barren

 into the white cottons of heaven.

So Angels giggle at my childish whims

And Demons ridicule my indigent dreams.

For I cannot be so bold;

To have both ,

earthly love and heavenly Gold

Winterwind

Who wants to love the Winterwind ?

Nobody does , for we bind ourselves

To daily strives in warm dens

But she wants to be heard, not for herself

But for the stories she brings in rain

Of rivers far across, dull and depraved and frozen.

Rivers who are mothers of your soil,

And everything you do, all your toil

Yet you hear her not .

And shut the blue doors

 You phony, criminal, rot.

So she goes crazy ,

And Rages and rages and rages.

And whirls upwards

To clouds ,her heavenly fathers .

And brings down the blizzards

upon everything beneath .

Kills the beggars ,

And flowers from last spring.

who have no doors to shut

Lambs sacrificed .

For the sins of others .

But I, though a Prince ,

Who had seen a thousand sorrows

And been happy ever since.

Welcome the Winterwind

To my daily palace .

I keep my furnace off

to chill with her

make love to her

without a blanket.

Then I ask , silently

What about Rivers ?Mothers?Rodents?Beggars?

She now blushes like a Young lady

And says,

‘ its okay ,I just wanted a lover.

I found it in you , I am blessed forever.

I shall be be back now and make new way

For the Spring’s flowers and Summer’s hay.’

False Darkness

I wear a cloak of darkness ,

Not out of prosaic sadness ,

But as my Auspex ,

which guards my Places

From agencies of fallen graces

Those ogres and bulls 

who walk in finesse

For they threaten to trample,
The butterflies by the sensitive bud,
With their muddy feet,
Sore with clots of own blood.

The Darkness in my apparent gardens
Protects us .

Only a self-lit Angel can walk,
Through these corridors; pitch dark
To my heart's caves ,in which I keep
The colorful gems I found on Highways
where ruby's sprout
Like in dreamy lands and surreal plays,

Where golden- green grass swings
Upon giggling summer afternoon winds,
That await now ;the evening
Like a newly wed awaits, her esteem.

How bright these caves
Of myriad colors of Orphic fable,
Of magic potions,
Violet ,Scarlet ,Gray and purple .
Boiling .

Of trees which have for leaves,
soothing ,consoling ,balmy palms ,
Which heals of death ;a deep wound
Like an Enlightened beam
competing with thousand suns
underground.

Of wise soft rains yonder
that gently dampens ,
The carpet of rye ;
beneath the sky
Made of dews’ glittering canvas.

If you once see these sights,

Why then in fright? Would you turn back?

Stay; and leave not the Magic castle,

Made of glass and of my soul’s  fiber.

A Poetess

But I am a poetess , she said.

I write with ink of moon

in shiny letters and lady's swoon

Nay I said ,you are but love herself

queen of dance with nimble feet

a temptress , with laughter so sweet

Everything I worship ,I find in you.

But I am no poet ,

I write in dopey soot

with quill of rust

and in Man's shallow Lust.

My love is fossilized ,

in earth so deep ,

crushed by her crust

Only finds a rare volcanic jet

in tarry grease of flesh.

So I will vanish again,

behind  sulfurous fumes,

lest the venom of my words,

 spite thy shiny starry blooms.

Yet I will not die entirely mute,

I will stand firm in sacred madness,

in which lovers often dwell,

lose their souls and everything else

O heavens

Oh heaven thy Mystery storms,

In thy rains be my lust bygone

And let sweet youth of my manly wrongs,

Be forgiven in thy supra kind morn

Wasn’t in thy gentle womb I born?

Then why leave me in the land lorn

O take me up to your gentle lap

mother of my Ageless form ,

And thus I would delight in surrendered hours

For rest of my life in in thy earthly showers

The Muse

The muse , fallen from the heaven's window
by crime of love and curse of Gods
And now he murmurs softly , in humanely wounds,
And praises whats still beautiful in mortal bounds

The muse still paints but not in pain
the muse still sings but not in vain
 Yakshas of sky still inebriateupon his verse
Poet of heaven's most sacred source
 Apsaras dance to his beauteous songs
the Godly musician they always loved

But Love , the muse's only crime
The Love, the muse's only shrine ...

False Gods

My only love ,taken away, by a pact,

In which I was not asked to act

Stolen by robbers who are painted wise,

Extolled in their virtues , they spit my vice

And I was asked to guard the tomb,

Of my only love, her sacred womb

Bloody now my every thought in shame,

yet thence I have never cried the same

Lost forever in an untellable  play,

That I shall now hid my hideous clay

And my molten tears that bear,

A secret of her notorious wear

All drama for false Gods and chariots,

And a penny , or two or empty thoughts,

But My revenge would be marked forever

Wounded, In my embarrassed verse so clever.