Curating this sadness within

Curating this sadness within 
Would be a very biased act. 
It floats on intangible desires
And fragile motifs.
The real darkness is overshadowed 
Like a real shadow on a moonless night. 
But deep within those wolves howl 
As they need real meat of real things. 
Although sadness burns in winter nights 
This fire is useless during rainy freights. 
A heart needs an oil lamp with  glass lid
This flame needs a lace with fearless deed.
At least for this night
When I curate sadness within my life.

The Human Container

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Fractions & fragments 

Fractal & fractures…
My soul has gone through the extremes of 
Micro & macro 
Magical & mystical
To question that happiness when time is dead still 
Enigmatic & energetic
Erotic & entangled
When you melt me with your breath 
Vigorously & vulnerable 
Volatile & vicious 
When your words pour sweetness of rain 
Dissolving & disappearing 
Dreading & decreed-ing 
I crave of a union with you 
Haunting & happy 
Helpless & hoping 
To transcend in a shell of deep oceans 
Captive & colorful 
Carefree & consumed 
With the dreams of moments in metaphors 
Intrigued & intricate 
Innocent & iconic 
Where you forget the questions & conditions 
Peacefully & poetic 
Precisely & pragmatically 
And come out from the shell like birds newly born 
Free & frantic 
Fragile & flamboyant 
Independent of nests & comforts 
Curious & creative 
Confident & crazy 
Like my heart beats for unknown hunger 
Fractions & fragments 
Fractal & fractures…

Shiva & Shaman

Lost in words & spell count.

Dense fences of branches . Tied dried thorny on my forehead . Forsaken free thoughts .  Like that caged tiger . Bent spinal bricks . Like that old monument of pain . Seems like a thinker . But a fool.

Sun melting within . Like fire gone crazy . Inside me . Burning . Eyes watery . Mirage visions . Soul is a fountain Of emptiness

Show me a direction . without a shadow . Of doubts & magnets . I am lost . In words and Spell count 

The Dreamer

For a Limited Eternity. 

I wish I could swim in this pillow and reach your comforting skin,
I wish I could crawl in this water and reach you,
I can just tear off this earth right now to find your core,
And inhale those clouds till the sky is crystal clear to see your eyes,
Shine O sun, Rise! Bring me that daylight,
Build me that colorful bridge,
Where I can surf her waves and climb mountains to drown myself in her fountain of love,

In her Maya,
Between her fingers 
Amidst her feet,
Below her breasts,
Where I can mirror your light,
Spectrum of passion,
Wealth of joy..
There, where, I can swim in her lust,
And her intoxicated eyes will put me at peace.

A Paradise
The clouds are on the roll
The rains picking their strings
m sitting here without my Bird of Paradise
Come fly to me,
I want to show you my moves,
My colors,
My tail and my crown
My swiftness My love
My passion My thirst
I want to sing you my tunes
Share my wine
And reach that cloud
Where we can dance
Together
Look at that beautiful world 
Bathed & cleansed of sins
Make love to you in that purity
With natures aroma
Wet and aromatic
Fly my bird
Come to me
I ll show you my colors
My feathers
My crown
& my tail.

A Paradise

The clouds are on the roll

The rains picking their strings

m sitting here without my Bird of Paradise

Come fly to me,

I want to show you my moves,

My colors,

My tail and my crown

My swiftness My love

My passion My thirst

I want to sing you my tunes

Share my wine

And reach that cloud

Where we can dance

Together

Look at that beautiful world 

Bathed & cleansed of sins

Make love to you in that purity

With natures aroma

Wet and aromatic

Fly my bird

Come to me

I ll show you my colors

My feathers

My crown

& my tail.

“In the background of the whole process of creation is the primal matter pulsating with its own life, vibrating with inherent forces, seeded with potentialities. Creative heat, starting a new vibration in the primal matter, gives rise to creative desire, the will -to-be which acts as the seed of mind, the imaginative principle, and from this follows the entire series of creation of visible, tangible forms.”
—Rig Ved.

In the background of the whole process of creation is the primal matter pulsating with its own life, vibrating with inherent forces, seeded with potentialities. Creative heat, starting a new vibration in the primal matter, gives rise to creative desire, the will -to-be which acts as the seed of mind, the imaginative principle, and from this follows the entire series of creation of visible, tangible forms.

—Rig Ved.