|| let love happen ||

On the leaves of the heart

write the truth of love

not the illusion of amour.

Like the palms of the potter

press and knead of the earth of the heart

shape the body of love in the heart

not the illusion of amour.

Let love happen

to the soul like a divine feeling

not magic so the soul can be free

from the ties of the body

and visit moksha

uninvited.

Love is the music born

of the instrument of the body

play it like a practitioner.

Love, the amour of the chords

of the body-instrument

the primitive song of intimate moments...

(Painting : Manish Pushkale)

|| love arrives ||

Love arrives at

the door of the body

as delight.

To woo the body

the mind places the

ever burning lamp

in the niche of the heart.

On the wall of the

core of the heart

it hangs a dream calendar

with living photos of amour

riding the solar cycle

of days, months, years.

In the home

within the body

cooks the mouth watering

spread of love

to satiate hunger

to waken hunger sometimes.

In the courtyard of

the body-home

hangs the enchanting cage

with the beautiful parrot

who sings the song of the body

tells the story of the heart.

Within the body

the tambourine of the heart

plays the eternal song of the body.

(Painting : Sara Ranjbar)

|| tender hearted friend ||

You are the

scripture of my heart

my only book.

You are the pencil

of my soul

the cordial writer

of my candid feeling.

You are

my only poem

the true document of my creation.

You are

my only faith

the real companion of my soul

holy fruit of my deeds

the elixir of

my life force.

You are the breath in my body

the tender hearted friend

of my consciousness.

(Paintings : Madan Lal)  

|| native desires ||

Amidst alien heat and frost

the deck of the heart

lies abandoned like

the wet mark of

a memory-wound.

From the light house of desire

at the VEERANARI beach

ancient eyes scan

a luminous past.

Absorbed in the

memory of the beloved

face resting between palms

holding native desires

my palms become

her palms.

(Painting : Toni Shulajkovski)

|| the eternal shadow ||

To the sun

i hand your heat

to the river

i offer your cool

to the winds

i hand your spring

To the flower

i give the colour of your lips

to the tree

the height of your touch

to the earth

your earthy fragrance

To nature

i dedicate the echo of your breath

in the garden

i plant the eternal tree of your faith

from your image

i take for myself

the eternal shadow

that comes to my soul

from your soul to

quietly tell me your unlived desires

the lonely monologue of your day

the solitary lament of your nights

In the idol in the temple

i offer your faith

in God

the purity of godliness

after i meet you.

(Painting : Somnath Hore)