Timeless & boundless love. Her rage & his composure.
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
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
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.
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 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
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 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.
Exploration of the same thought in two different mediums is like looking at a distortion mirror. What exists in both spaces is unique and magnified with its own beauty. The existence is cyclic.
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