|| nature ||

divided into two

the earth remains one

the two poles remain

connected like you and i

becoming air

your breath becomes part of me

you create the nature

within me

your being

is the sun's light

your love

the constant earth with me

you are

and the world is

mine like home

in the twitter of birds

your words

promise redemption

for me.

(Photo : Unknown)

|| galaxy ||

without you

time flows in me

like a river

i bathe in

the loneliness-infested

river of fear

i harden the

earth of my heart to

stone that you

chisel to beauty

days of pleasure

bury themselves

in the dust of time

in my silence

i live your divine love

your silent decorous cordiality

in the dark loneliness

your name is

part of the universe

swimming across the

galaxy of the body

eyes want to reach

the other end

to find liberation

from still time.

(Painting : Tina Klitgaard Eriksen)

|| in love ||

the body

has been sanctified

bathed in the

elixir running over

our bodies

in love

eyes look inwards

the heart thinks

with an inner core

memories hold

the unwavering reflection

of the skittish image

awaiting love

eager breath

sweeps the path

and contemplates the coming

of beloved.

(Painting : Lissa Bockrath)

|| your words ||

in the letter

words arrive

on soundless feet

quiet as your eyes

they watch

the silence of my face

from the words of the letter

my eyes drink

your tears,

the eyes of your words

absorb my disquiet

in your words breathes

your restlessness

the uncontestable narrative

of loneliness.

the symphony

of the tortured soul

plays on

your only alternative

are words you wrote

intimate, quiet.

(Drawing : Akshay Ameria)

|| exploration ||

you

explore within me

the subterranean river

i explore within

you

the nameless ocean

that sweeps the body away

you

address the

unaddressed cave home

in my heart

your touch is inscribed

with your name

for the damp-warm

comfort of the soul

with the eyes of your fingers

you dig my bleak mountains

and create a fragrant

succulent valley of flowers

the soul knows

the divine comfort

of the nature of life

|| picture ||

hanging on the wall

your picture would have

turned it in a breathing body

like an eternal lamp

your picture would have

turned a part of the wall

into a sacred niche

that part of the wall

would have grown two palms

eager to hold your picture

with the spring imbued

sweep of your eye

that section of the wall

would have turned

into a vast canvas

gathering thick like

clouds your picture

would have turned

that portion of the wall

into the sky

covering a portion

the size of the heart

your picture would have

turned the wall

into an animate entity

hanging on the wall

your picture

would have acquired

eyes restless as

the waiting beloved

who like your

liquid eyes

prepares the sky

for the dreamy cloud of alpana.

(Painting : Philippe Zanolino)

|| practitioner ||

my eyes contain your picture

they are your album

within me

the voice of love echoes and plays

like a new raga

and sings unwavering

like a practitioner

in my heart

beat your heartbeats

my breath constant

in the practice of love

like the sculptor of khajuraho

i created a living sculpture of love

you unveiled it

in my eyes