God Too Awaits Light

The wings of my thought

are too brief to climb God’s top

or blue deeps of peace:

I stand on the sting of

earth’s physicality

components clack

within the small home shudder

the harp and strings

I do not know the way

the bones develop within the womb

nonetheless in darkness

the heartbeats pronounce

the stability of nature

search for physique’s love–

the thriller music echoes

some truths not spoken

the thoughts creates

withdrawn to its personal pleasures

a inexperienced thought

behind the banyan tree

behind the flickering lust

portray the glow

within the inexperienced forest

unseen fingers

the best way to weigh the breath

the flame the soul or the ash

the physique conceals:

I can not flip my inside out

nor know life’s weight when lifeless

every dying a passage

to shock the dead-

consciousness issues

between earth and sky

it disappears, one with

components, quiet

there is no approach to know the thread

or its mechanism that binds

the center’s rhythm:

mud smells beneath the ft

above the pinnacle

secures life now or

past what if I can not really feel

the load of the colour

on the leaves on the tree perhaps

shrinking into itself

measure knowledge

to unknow, now decrease gaze

and look inside

sexless meditate

within the darkest of hours

negotiate peace

with self and relaxation even when

I exist in my struggling

glints of peace

cover god in operating brook:

love in nudity

I can not awaken

nor can I rise from the ash

to be my actual self

I’m nonetheless misplaced in meanness

no third eye might find

moistened eyes

draw me close to divine

for some time


the soul’s pursuit hidden

by its personal works:

the spirit’s thirst, the strife

the stressed silence, an excessive amount of

my bed room

dust-covered crucifix

nonetheless time

on the prayer mat

the fingers raised in vajrasan

could not contact God-

the prayer was too lengthy and

the winter night time nonetheless longer


within the cave of the center

little fireplace

hiding helplessness

within the luxurious of prayers

I increase a wall

a babel of deception

by means of cocktail of drug and need

who sees the smoke

of the thumb-sized flame

the physique burns

I can not know her

from the physique, pores and skin or curve:

the fragrance cheats

just like the sacred hymns chanted

in hope, and there is no reply

rising godward

prayers on the waving

incense stick smoke

trudging away at

season’s conspiracies

life has proved unfaithful

with God an empty phrase

and prayers helpless cries

play the seasons:

the thirst is ever new

and blissful too

discourse on heaven

and after-life pleasures

is self-bullying

to dwell with out which means

midst searches for the misplaced

half-fleshed faces

observe from behind the window:

rawness of journey

little candles fail

to illumine the deity

or golden dome

within the valley darkness reigns

and god too awaits mild

mendacity listless

on withered creeper

a golden chicken

so inciting

the hell of cyber world

they neglect to wish

and multiply their ache

corroding consciousness

wiping his face

beneath the umbrella

an previous man with books

they can not shut their eyes

to the photographs I brew

for burying secrets and techniques

towards a dusty mirror

towards God’s hidden errors

in mattress the physique

its personal antidote if itched

for love wasted intercourse

it would not matter-

whining in sleep or whinging

is a part of loopy

nature in race with itself

and god a comfort

no prayer helps

belief shrinks life with out love

time’s operating out

the cocktail of drink

drug and meditation-

nightly yelps

tease unshared guilt

the hell of silence


of my muddy ft

god in temple

unable to see

past the nostril he says

he meditates

and sees visions of Buddha

weeping for us


door protector-


the entire night time they blare

mindless mantras to arouse

gods and hold mortals

from sleep with out caring how

they harm the previous, sick and youngster

restlessness of night time

now frightens the morning solar

I can not even breathe

psalms or no psalms

staff of iniquity

shoot their arrows

with praising lips and god

flees to see their shrewd schemes

vultures ready for

the stays of sacrifice

on the temple tree

the nightly ghosts crowd

my thoughts’s passage to forge

gods’ names in disguise

I fail to scan the face

of thought and life at nighttime

knocking vacancy

I cross the valleys inside

now stand at stone gate

they do not sing praises

with understanding in the event that they knock

the door will open:

love compels descent of divine

in white silence reigns spirit


behind the temple

cloud’s edge

it is prayer to sink

into her flesh and bury

myself in her breast

to flee the faithless fingers

that by no means grew to become mom

fingers really feel

decaying fireflies

in lamplight

stains of dried dewy

tears on the eyelids inform of

the load on her thoughts:

clothed in spring the willow twigs

reveal the modified relation

fragrance of wine-

remembering the bouquet

she gave me as soon as

locked within the shadows

of unrolled curtains her love

within the lone boudoir-

she performs tunes on the violin

flowers fade on the window


alone on the housetop

a sparrow

she senses all issues

altering as she passes by means of

town once more:

ought to I go away the previous home or

lie within the grave earlier than dying

prayer e book

protecting the glass-

his final drink

on the river

she folds her legs and arms

resting her head

upon her knees and sits

as an island

on the river’s financial institution

his soul is lighted for peace-

lantern within the sky

is it her quietus

that she roars in herself

like a sea

waves upon waves

leaps upon herself?

unable to map

on the face the place her ache ends

and mine begins

the wind lifts

her curved nudity

within the water curtain

I contact the strings that whisper

love in every falling drop


her pregnant belly-

water lily

formed like a chicken

a drop of water lands

on her breast:

my breath jumps to kiss it

earlier than her pelvic flick

the morning solar

fondling with tender fingers

the pink roses

gods could not change the rhythm

of the physique and its wants:

erotic scars stick

after three many years love waves

tense the flesh and rock the night time

tangle collectively

flames of a double lamp

on the terrace

earlier than the foamy

water might sting her vulva

a jelly fish handed

by means of the crotch making her shy-

the ocean whispered a brand new music

a drop embedded

within the half-opened bud-

winter morning

swirling spiral

of her skirt spills tides of dream

and reminiscence:

I breathe fireplace within the dance

forgetting bends and twists

after the tumble

buried between the sheets

leftover ardour

once I needed to vary

seats my buddy mentioned she will

provided that the door’s locked

the sunshine out and her mother

in one other metropolis

in bare costume

she performs cover and seek-

scorching summer time

she hears the voice

of unrealized bliss in

the coos of koel

on the window sill this night

rains love and delight

her fingers push

the roots into the earth-


once I inhale in

your mouth and exhale stroking

hair or caressing

I experience you into pleasure and

make you hail morning like earth

on her again

write with hair a light-weight poem-

weight of affection

life limits between

whence the solar rises and the place

it goes to loosen up:

joys of fleeting second

I see Aditi in your eyes

from the peepal

swirling rain drops-

palms open

when I’ve no residence

I search refuge within the cage

of her coronary heart and shut

my eyes to see along with her nipples

the tree that cared to save lots of from solar

a sleeping snake

curled between the eggs-

layers of leaves

the smile you weave splits

the solar I lose my course

in clouds that cowl

the banks darkening the white

of the lake moon kissed

the sky

with no shadow

on the earth

within the forest of her hair

my finger searches

the little pearl of blood

that stirs the hidden waters

and accommodates my restlessness

mendacity in her nightie

she wipes the stray raindrops

settled on her cheeks

ingesting night star

blue inexperienced patterns earlier than eyes

no meditation

no god visits to forgive

the sinning soul in solitude

unfold on the white sheet

fragments of my sin deride

tainted threshold

exhausted she sleeps

unaware of my presence

this heat night time carefree

I croon my spring music alone

and fill the void with new goals

musky fragrance

open unsleeping eyes-

drowsy sweetness

as I repose in

the wrinkles of her face

I really feel her crimson

glow in my eyes her holy

scent inside a sea of peace

in silence

one with the divine will

rising inside

love is the efflux

from her physique spreading

parabolic hue-

enlightens the self I merge

in her glowing presence

a pink globe

rises at daybreak:

waving corn

love’s spirit descends

and melds into her physique

lending it new life:

I am amazed how the unknown

turns into one along with her magnificence

sea waves

roll from far-off

white peaks

the ability goes off

out of the blue summer time warmth chokes

in mattress sleepless she turns

undoing a hook or two

of her tight shirt

love tickles

with erect pistil:


on the roof high

she waits for her man with

moon cake and lantern:

a flash of silver showers

on the mist-shrouded determine

love making

he melts into her

time stands nonetheless

listening to him discuss dung

she doubts his integrity

and curses him for

emitting lava from mouth:

I remorse abdomen upset

her lonely grief

melts within the candle wax

night’s darkish flooring

I believed I might make

tea for her however she was sleeping

I did not get up

our again confronted one another

as soon as once more chilly birthday

the wax dips

down the lengthy candle-

a delicate hum

after a tiff

mendacity beneath the identical blanket

two of us stare

the peeping moon and switch

with glee to one another

her smile

arrival of spring

on the bower

the flirtation ends

with a tiring sleepless night-

summer time solstice

no use telling myself once more

issues would change this time subsequent 12 months

travelling again

from the waves of bliss

a foam-leap

wrinkles on the pores and skin

remind me of time’s passage

12 months by 12 months travelled

lengthy distances renewing

spirit and waving goodbye

crowded streets

shifting among the many years

wretched faces

ghosts rise to mate

in moonlight tear the tombs

frighten with fingers

rhino horns rock the centre

granite sensation

between the streetlight

and window pane howling

a wolfish shadow

I worry the demons

rising from my physique

at midnight crowding

the thoughts and main the soul

to deeper darkness

flowing darkness

consumes shadow of shadows-

midnight sensation

sleep the night time with

wishes wrapped in blanket-

spring within the eyes

gods could not change the rhythm

of the physique and its wants

hitching up the skirt

she fills her pockets with

unripe mangoes

goals puzzling

smallness of waking

I can not dwell

the kid’s circumcision

promise of happiness

twilight glimmer

crevices and corners

dawning silence

awake in dream time

I search for the candle-

love’s invitation

lighting up at nighttime

and sing the physique’s music


within the night time’s silence

moon’s shadow

a second of affection

and lengthy silence for years:

from dream to nightmare

once more worry grips my soul

I sense her presence round

dwelling once more

fountain on the hilltop-

divine mild

brief nights and lengthy days

sleep loss rustles a friction

echoing in mattress

the cycle of cravings

again and again

hidden between the sheets

my smothered senses-

salted honey

layers of mud thicken

on the mirror water makes

the smuts outstanding:

I wipe and wipe and but

the stains keep like sin

time strikes sluggish

in mattress the sport of flesh

candy suavity

I like her undress

the sunshine with eyes that spring

ardour with kisses

she leaves her title once more

for my breath to go by means of

within the tub

naked soul together-

after glow

it isn’t ageing

however everlasting delight

you beneath me

easy stomach nude necking

sluggish stroking parting flesh


too brief to quench


the beads of sweat

on her breast don’t contact

her years or face

in candle mild her shadow

is extra restrained than my thought

touching her tattoos

within the darkness of mirror

moon from the window

my voice

brown like autumn

crushed in noises I can not

perceive days go in colours


peeling paint

from the drawing room-

shadows flicker

sin-maker or

sin-eater each creator

the snake in sea

swimming endless love waves

in colours that cloud the eyes

she undresses in

dim mild perfumes her physique

fills room with herself

a mist covers

the valley of her physique

leaves recollections

just like the shiver of cherry

in dreamy January

stoops to set

pleats of her saree-

mid August

my hand

held out at nighttime

remained empty:

nobody reached it to present

the enjoyment of the assembly fingers

a crescent

within the western horizon-

lacking the moon

a tidal wave

touches the shore to wipe

my bare footprints

and leaves behind some shells

pebbles and recollections

unfold on white sheet

fragments of my sin deride

tainted threshold

watching the waves

with him she makes an angle

in contemplation:

inexperienced weed and white foam break

on the seaside with falling temper

her title

written on the sand

a wave breaks

loopy these individuals

do not know the best way to go down

with the swirl and up

with the whirl however play

within the raging water

the half moon

on her neck reminds of affection

earlier than departure

they could not cover the moon

in water or boat however now

fish moonlight from sky:

I watch their knowledge and smile

why I lent my rod and bait

setting solar

leaves behind sparkle

on the waves

a cloud-eagle

curves to the haze

within the west

skimming the sail

on soundless sea

candling in vein

go away marks of tooth on her neck

utter holiness

awaiting the wave

that’ll wash away empty hours

and infinite longing

on this lifeless silence at sea

I pull down chunks of sky

night time’s passage

on the seaside with her-

silky sting

heaven is

the frisson of union

with fishwife

behind the boulders

on sea seaside

fingers grope

the leaking pulp

moist lips

the chains multiply

wrap life within the pores and skin of water

crying quits to an acomous sky:

the mute soul suffers

the oozing filth

after the celebration

empty chairs within the lawn-

new moon and I

weaving no net

a darkish fishing spider

mates within the creek

and curls up hanging from the twat

in one-shot deal

odor a snake

within the moist grass-

her smile

the lips in her eyes

and lengthy hours within the mouth

no moist secret

between us to disclose:

now our again to one another

float over the hill

the autumn circle of smoke-

her lengthy hair streaming

tears dry up

leaving no marks the place her ache

ends and mine begins

on the face make-up damp

with aching sweat and chilly sighs

aged sensations

lord over reminiscence:

deeper sorrows

the mirror swallowed

my footprints on the shore

I could not blame the waves

the geese saved flying over the pinnacle

the shadows saved shifting afar

swimming with the wave

caught within the loop in water

wisps of reminiscence

in search of shelter

beneath the golden wings

of angel Michael

a prayer away now

whispers the moon in cloud

locked between

my mattress and quilt

December chill

the tenuity

of her story like listening to

my very own confession

with out the priest I ponder

if I do know my true voice

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