I sneezed,
So where is the third and the fourth?

MAKE ME THE SUNS

Make me a Sun
Make me a Moon
Make me a Cloud
Make me an Exaltation
Make me a Desert
Make me a Prayer
Make me a Lover
Make me an Intoxication
Make me a Tear
Make me a Night
Make me a Song
Make me a Poetry
Make me Lips
Make me that Kiss

That Kiss your Lips
That love is my Poetry
That would be my Song
The magic of a Night
Which would burn a Tear
And turn in to an Intoxication
Of a Lover
Whose Prayer
Would flower a Desert
In that Exaltation
I would ride a Cloud
And make the Moons
And make me the Suns.

existence INTO existence

existence INTO existence
I into I
In fire
With all the knowledge

It takes place
From inside to inside

Strip
Strip till there is nothing at all

Look around your pocket
If some change is left

No signs
No symbols
Only listening with all intimacy

A fire
this
existence into existence

In A Dream - II

The lake was deep
I had to walk it
She was on the other side
The silence of my heart

She saw my anguish
She saw my yearning
She metamorphosed herself
In a mist

Then she sang
Standing in the center of the lake
She was the soul
And I the lover
I was in a dream
And SHE
OUTSIDE THE DREAM.

She laughed
As I dived in to the lake
Warm waters
Breaking my chains.

She asked
Would you wake up'
Am I not awake'
I asked her
And she laughed
For that you will have to die' she whispered

But I want to live and love'.

Yes my lover, wake up then;
I love myself, Do you' she sang

This lover of your is no man of humility,
Yes I love me' I replied.

Then Come
Come' she sang.

In A Dream

She was crazy
Yes she was drunk
She said she could only see me
She danced in ecstasy

I was in a dream
Since the day I opened my eyes

Today that energy woke me up
Yes she was fire
Still as a cloud
In my heart she whirled

Yes
She was crazy
She was drunk
She said she could only see me
She danced in ecstasy

The Flower Of Love

I knew you would come
I knew I was once told
I asked many a times
When I would flower
What would happen

Smell my fragrance
Look at my colors
All for you
It was raining last night
Come feel my freshness
As if I was never born

I open all my lips for you
Consume me of my existence
Oh existence
Your eyes cannot help me
Your words cannot touch me
Love me and take me

I now know why
Was I called
The flower of love

Inside me there is an outside me, Vulnerable and wild.

Inside me there is an outside me
It explains what I am
I hear it not
What goes in a circle is my head

A voice in the center
Is the by product of
What bought me here
Outside of it
Is what there are no limits
Yes it is dark
It is the veil
Where I can go
All out
I don’t hold anything back
I am wild
I can go anywhere
I want you to know
I am vulnerable too

Let the truth reveal
Let the inside burn
Let that what bought me here be what it is
I need no gifts
I need no sermons

Inside me there is an outside me
Vulnerable and wild.

Where Do You Fly

Where do you fly
Where do you think
You will find existence
Do not tell me about reality
Reality happens through reality

Where do you fly
Where do you think
You will find consciousness
I am is not a concept
It’s a ....
A mirror in a position
Tasting existence

Where do you fly
Where do you think
You will find an understanding
The fear is in the height or depth of a flight
Never in the flight

Where do you fly
Where do you think
You will find an awareness
I never watched a flower push away
It's fragrance

It is a defining moment
Where you sense vulnerability
Very subtly in awareness
Everything is watched.

A KISS FOREVER

The eyes opened
As always from darkness
to light
Words come and go
About some relations, about some imaginations
I have no idea
I have no intent

This is drunken'ness'
Never a sober bird
This heart that sings the song of a quiet
I listen to this laughter
A laughter of no limits
Just like a life
That is never over.

The eyes never prepare for
any moment to come.
The separation is an idea.
What can ever be sad, the birth or the death?

There was a story once told to me,
There was a wise man,
A righteous man,
Who was once told by his master,
Your last thought determines
Your next life.
He spent the rest of his life
Controlling his thoughts
As to be in control of his thoughts when
He took his last breath.
When the time came,
All his sadhana deserted him,
And he only thought
He died sad.

The wise man died thinking sad,
The wise man lived contemplating.

What can ever be sad, the birth or the death?
This one is no movement
It has been still forever now
A kiss that has now been
forever now.

A bell rings in
A sound vibrates
A physical happening in the body
Primary elements in six
Awaken to rise
A light in the sky

It is a juggle,
Simple and paradoxically complex,
A myth flies,
I can measure that too,
I open my palms,
What do I see?
Lines of aspiration,
Juggling as the light comes and goes.

Are you ready
Not yet
Are you afraid
Not yet
Is it a forever
Not yet
Are you sleeping
Not yet
Has it been a while
Not yet
What hurts more
Not yet

have I evolved or
has memory

what took place in time
The I or the memory

I slowed down
and could count my yesterdays

I hastened to be something
and could see the changes in my tomorrows

It was the whispers
They never knew what was right for them
They were sighs of smoke and now
Who would they speak to
About their pain
About their separation
These whispers of passion
These whispers of fire
Who would they speak to

They asked
the birds
the trees
They roamed the jungles
These whispers of passion
These whispers of fire
Who would they speak to

Who would they speak to
About their pain
About their separation
In this bazaar
In this winter where
Empty hearts were
Selling love for some cheap wines

They were told
They would have to die
They were told
They would never find their soul
But they knew
the love
the pain
They bought love
And set themselves up
To find their passion
Their Fire