I am awake always

The songs of waves Unwrap my soul, leave me with ache of loving all. The hunting beauty of unknown Brings me closer to ecstasy and joy unwritten poems in throat of time. Ah, beloved Let me rest in gaze of stars, intimate with floating clouds,  racing birds, bid me farewell passing through dream of life.…

Entering my heart- repost

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…

Poetry night

Only poetry.. Only you! Coming back from the garden of soulnaked form all desires and hopes.I have met my beloved.The royal falconsoaring high, exhilarating life,glimpse of his beauty,turned blur the world outside.My heart is pounding fastimmaculate love illuminating all.No word is left to be said.I am weeping. ♡♡♡♡♡ with no ending loveI just needed to…

Into the Storm

Nature follows a mysterious rhythm. For years science have been trying to grasp, analysis, explain and rationalize its simple and yet phenomenon movements. Nature, for herself is understood, embraced and surrendered, her language, interconnectivity, cycles, creation and change, all in perfect harmony, all transformational dance of One. The innocence is the truth of life flow,…

Eternal Home

Beloved, Many times we packed and unpacked our suitcases, many let go, embracement of New... Never like this, never so much peace, acceptance and space. Home in my heart has reached to boundless blue sky, to a hidden pearl in middle of ocean. Love in I Am, has become such a tender song, circling around…

For the love of you

I just needed to close my eyesand hear the heaven songs.Night is over; you and Ilaughing into the sunswimming in the white streamsof happiness;as mesmerizing breezeof the Caspian sea,we merge in Light.My heart trembles with her soft liliesbefore the breaking dawn; love overflowsfrom my heart to heart of all.And I die and perish; stretch my…

My heart, my home

over the years, poems, letters were written in objective sense, duality through human eyes, today, heart is the true home, inner world is the only reality. yet, poems have their own destiny to flow in timeless beauty of past, present and future moments. Here is one living in her momentum. Last night I was with…