Making of a MAN

I am lonely, dad!
As lonely as a Man ought to be.

A son without a father in the world
A journey without a path
A road without a curve
Is this the way it ought to be?

In my childhood
When I stood on the balcony
Waiting for you
I knew you are gone because you had to
But this time dad, I will come
You wait there, dad
I will come.

I am lonely, dad!
As lonely as you cannot believe
Days pass without a philosophical discussion
No new things are told to me
No one talks our kinda things
Is this the way it ought to be? Dad!

You knew my journeys
You knew and felt me growing
You saw me from childhood to a man
The man I have become
Yet a man also needs a father, dad!

I will wait for better days
When we meet as father and son again.

I am lonely, dad!
As lonely as you cannot believe
and no one sees it, dad!!
Is this the way it ought to be?

Spadework insight

Lying side by side

Energized entranced eyes
Momentarily behind glasses
Kohl a layer oversight
Rimmed delusions
Perspectives of reality
Construct or distort
What should be seen
From what is possibly
Visioned delusive delight

Dauntless Me

Working for my desires,
I achieve only that which is defined
Boundless I soar free
From achievement to achievement
Untangled yet embellished.

I become limited
when I run around the land, meeting people,
traversing geographies.

I become unlimited
When I sit silently,
And immerse myself
In myself
and when I meet the reason behind and the result of
The existing.

In being I belong
In my belongings I find you,
Adapting, reasoning, living and
Enjoying the fragrance of your spirit
Concealed in your bodily fragrances
Flowering in your bosom
Within the bodices and the laces.

When I sit silently with you
I become Love.

- A

Kiss & Go

Chapters read, unread, understood, or missed
Are not stabbed with tags, marks, and dried flowers
Nor are the crease of pages folded to leave a forever longing
I seldom start from where I left and prefer random pages

I do not dig into books to smell their fragrant auras
Nor do I hold the fingers of authors, dragging them to a walk
I wait for mental energies to ignite
Deflecting them into a pillow side wandering by midnight

I don't write my name on books I read
Neither do I protect them with a cover
Nor divide them into library classifications
I embrace only those, free from slavery to protos

I do not quote from them
Nor underline passages I feel are important
or google search for meanings of complications felt, nor research
A vagabond I do not carry our meetings beyond a thought

They often rust, retire and crumble
Or in long drives spill fumes and develop snags
Breaking journeys through seasons and lyre
Books don't belong they kiss & go

Across Time

Innocent little child,
by the road side, 

waiting for
those on their journey to feed the unfelt hunger
united with the impoverished, unbathed-self
lost on a crossing, near a red light

where cars racing in the city 

stopped awhile.
I stopped by and flipped a coin
a pale vessel in little hands rejoiced in a clang
Sound metallic, metal on metal
In the human hands, the sound earlier heard
In the clanking of chains, screeching of swords
and in the clang when the Fe in beings unites.

That was me in a different birth

Separated by Maya in the journey of time

Across a wind screen. 

Momentarily across, Separated, Real.

I swooshed past flipping just a coin
in a pale vessel.
The child-me of ages past, searching food from travelers,
whom he, then, did not know as car drivers
but recognized them as strange sounds
and huge masses with unimaginable figments of power

fuel and perishing speeds
and faces that emerged from behind the screens
faces much of a muchness
faces as I still see, when clouds walk over me
leaving only glimpses of
angelic attendants of the conventions of God
as they lower their windows to drop a coin of sunbeam

or a rain drop.

I am drenched with limitless raindrops, 

caressed by warm sunlight.

 
We always meet ourselves in others,
The angels meet Their Selves in us 

Clouds peep on us as clouds 

Water outside reciprocates the water within 

as we do in fellow-mortals.

Silence ! it should all go unrecognized
and Maya must conceal,  

to keep the journeys alive

Lest this world would come to a halt

in complete unity.

Time would have stopped

had I from my car stepped out to hold the hand of the little child

even if for a while.

I have with me the many ME

In this moment
In this instant
I have with me the many ME
The many incarnations I am to live and lived, the strength of many arms and wings
Wholly united and conjoined with my Self
Touching my Soul


In this moment
In this instant
I have with me the love and the laughter of all lives
The rivers I bathed and the skies I loved, the forests, fields and the seas
Wholly united and conjoined with my Self
Touching my Soul


In this moment
In this instant
I have with me the journeys and the lessons of all lives
The milestones achieved and left, with a sparkling awareness, radiance and energy in my deeds
Wholly united and conjoined with my Self
Touching my Soul


In this moment
In this instant
I am ready to put all that I have and I have earned to pay off my debts
I am compassionate and reignite to be where I am
Wholly united and conjoined with my Self
Touching my Soul.


~ A

I do not search or seek

Between a thousand societal norms

Agreements, alliances arrangements
Responsibilities and those we go back to
There is no TRUTH

Between looking out and looking in
Is a figment of change of stance
Where method perishes to experiment
There is a gleam of LIGHT
Yet not the TRUTH

I do not search or seek.

Auric Delights

I have walked
through Togetherness
and come into the Self
where you are manifest
in I


as Auric delights of
your presence
and waves of color
impinge
on the continuous thoughts
in which we live
a fragrance-like
construct of softness
extends moments into hours
and delights into destinies
I feel you


I see you swarming
your life with your days
counting hours
slowing time
watching seconds
from moments
separating froth from foam
time from the present
integrating tough
for a transgression of auras
and long journeys
of births
through open eyes
and conversations
that do not end


I am I
and now
with you within
AM