Saturday, February 12, 2011

MIND UNCLOTHED

The darkness is dripping
From the roofs as the mind
Wandering aimless, in the alleys of time
Through the dust and the grime
Peers at thoughts in the darkness
For a tryst with a crime
Or embrace with a lover
Too brief for a kiss
Or a sigh at the sight of the innocence and bliss
On the face of a flower in a cracked flower vase
That is lying on its side
Like a delicate bride
On the altar of misguided tradition
With a smile, like a ripple
On the face of a lake
With a shrug of the shoulder, it slowly gets bolder
Its eyes full of sin and sedition
The night and its sons and its daughters to take
And then, the retreat
But without a defeat
And the sun, with its light like a flood
The mind then strips off all its thoughts one by one
Till, at last, it is naked experience
To face the torment
Once the passion is spent
And all that remains is the blood

SHADOW AND SOUL


He the shadow, I the soul
Turn out the lights, the shadow fades
The soul remains in dark as well
The soul, to guide your ship in storm
The soul, a beacon, shows the path
The shadow, mindless, follows on
Till lights are beckoning, then departs

The soul, your eye in moral dark
The soul that truly is the spark
To light the fire of life in dying
Ashes, that heaped in the heart
Still have desires, wish to burn
Once more with light and fire of love
With flames that kiss the stars above
So let your shadow go its way
It's to your soul that you must turn

True life is union with the soul
The inner self is then fulfilled
If not, the inner self is killed
So come, my body, linger not
And let this fusion make us whole.