As my breath is the one, prana,
And the life's pulse, pala,
Reaching angelic source, Sura,
So is this mind, manas,
A flowering unfoldment,
Unendingly reaching
The Eye that would it see,
Unbeckoning unto Thee.

As well, this Bodhi, a temple,
Of the four and fifth, nur,
So entered by Atma,
A Ray of Thy Sun, thus being
Winged and as such with wind,
Flying only in Dharma's dance,
Is returning to, Brahma, You.
There yet, by Thy Grace, go i.

It was a day marked when nothing was planned
And All okay to love few things without comprehend
Like the warmth of his breath ,the scent of his body
Voice in his laughter,
Smile on his lips, Spark in his eyes
And His fingers tracing my imperfections
Seems like writing a poetry on my wheatish board.
In and Out, Heat nailed it!!!
electrifying emotions alive, Sweating and Slippery
Provocative gaze and touch
Caressing me with love that may or may not be real,
Just a balm of moment where I lost and let go my controlled anxiety
Over his madness and content with his proximity….
We on a roller coaster ride as his hands flow over me
With the lips sealed in each other’s kiss , palms having a gentle touch
Rush of adrenaline witness in every inch of our body
Not to make love but to be loved for that one moment
Inked as a impulsive love in our life forever…

Glory! Hear the voices of the Queen

Embrace...
The warmth hidden and exposed,
The laughter and power within.

At long last! Hear the voice.

Allow her to take you to the land within, the soul without,
To the mythical energy that bonds you as one
As her vibrations bring you back to life.

Watch her.
As her soul floats into the universe
Dragging what is without in you to a place of serenity.
Listen to the sounds of what is your divine intervention.

Do not ask but feel,
This heave,
As your eyes burn red.

Embrace this sound as she has freed you.
Nubian voice!
At long last!

Bubbling kettle
Rising heat, Exploding steam
Drinking soulful tea

वो कौन है जो शीशे में से झाँकता  है
वो कौन है जो ख़ामोशी में सुनाई देता है
वो कौन है जिसको पता है कि तुम्हारे कितने बाल सफ़ेद हैं
वो कौन है जिसको पता है की शरीर में कहाँ दाग़ है
वो कौन है जिसको त्र्न्प्ती होती है
वो कौन है जिसकी प्यास मटके के पानी से बुझती है
वो कौन है जो नहाने पर गीला नहीं होता
लेकिन बारिश की बूँदों में भीगता है
वो कौन है जिसको धीमा संगीत छूता है
वो कौन है जो तन्हाई  में बातें करता है
वो कौन है, जिससे कुछ भी छिपा नहीं
वो कौन है जिसका साथ कभी छूटा नहीं
वो कौन है जिसको इश्क़ होता है
वो कौन है जो दर्द में आहें भरता है
वो कौन है जिसको कभी देखा नहीं फिर भी उसका अहसास है
वो कौन है जिसको प्यास है
वो कौन है