The nightingale and the Rose

~The Nightingale and Rose O beloved, Last night I walked in the rose garden alone, Air was full of your fragrance, I looked everywhere for a sign Of your passing, perhaps a thread of your hair, Or your fingertips, mark at edge of a leaf. Behind the dark garment of night I found a crushed…

Entering my heart

It began with self inquiry Entering the heart's castle. At the gate was a tree with many sparrows, in dance with colourful leaves, Changing winds and forever sunshine. I entered fearfully of what I might discover. There were many doors, rooms and endless corridors. I crossed the battlefields of my heart, bled and shed, it…

Whirling Dervish

Over the years, my heart arrived to a crossroad of happening, birthing this diary, a mystic diary as I have lived, walked, whirled on earth. Everytime I began writing few pages and then asked myself; who is writing? These days, no answer comes. Seems the small self is gone and the true one has no…