Purusha

Na Pritam, Na lovam 
(No Love...No Greed...No)

Purusha owns nothing
proud owner.
penniless mendicant
Artha....prosper
flourish, be born, reborn  
crystal ball...forlorn.

Shiva
He stands tall.
Head held high.
won himself
kept nothing
sage redeemed.
he sees. he seeks?
Love, forsake greed.
settled by the shore
never settled,
storms roar....
storm,
stay indoors
He, karma
executions
End of Ages
safe, love. personal
aegis. 
AUM I AM
endless eternal
peace. love. nil.

you are me, unique.
embracing his brother
the elder, welcome
home! happens.
forget, folks forget
every thing.
every single thing
the joy is so great,
magnificent !!!

this war this world
but an illusion....
you see, what you see.
sea.....shores
theater of dreams..
do you foresee?

Silence of Water

Hush. The Lord is silent.
Hush, words cannot describe.
From darkness, was born light..
The ocean, from its depth
Rose the earth.
the first lovers, of the Universe
Rudra and Kalika,
Prakriti and Purusha
infinity eternity, eternities,
Rudraksha, drops of tear.
At Kailash, In his Crystal throne
Ancient of the Ancients
Maha Dev, ethereal waters
snow flakes
It is cold.

Pure as Kali,
dark so dark,
light must show...
silence ushers depth,
End of ages
imminent,
balance works
invisible geometry,
tree poem, Void pain, 
empty end.

Then, the Fakir of the road
casual doomsayer
He will say have peace
If Allah wills, Dead roads
would crack, earth,
spring stream
waterfall.

suddenly all,
Peace as if still, a lake airy deep
pebbles clear, stories held dear
endless and boat,
transparent....
transparent....

floating in the flow,
lights glow,
fireflies,
poignant night,
lost, as in the book,
the depth,
of seven seas,
oldest trees, stars, 
blue night, remember?
remember?

full moon, ancient snow.

3 And God said, Light be made, and the light was made. 4 And God saw the light, that it was good, and he parted the light from (the) darknesses; 5 and he called the light, day, and the darknesses, night. And the eventide and the morrowtide was made, one day (the first day).

Darkness

Darkness, you see, you do not see,
The eyes staring at you, spirits, shadows
resembling shapes, was there someone there?
Just now, hey, did you see?

You look behind, man in time, do you look
Do you look deep into timelessness
when you are looking away?

I was not here, was I?
I am here, you are here,
we did not know,
we are here, forever!
Immortals!
Lucid dreaming also has rules
set in the awakened reality
the rest of the story,
you in the mirror,
Did you decipher?
Did you deliver?
What about redemption?
After after after...

the separation, distance from here, patience
assimilation, ascension
spirits meet at a place
never far
from any where!

Dark Freedom

Love of Kalika.

As if a memory
One night, storm raged, it was raining
on the thousands of leaves
and the forest was breathing,
snakes. The night the rain came down.
Was he there?
How can I trust him?
So many, but so many broke my heart
I suspect I even have a heart anymore!
Thinks she.
And this slavery.
This perpetual cruel churning of temptation
leading to despair, hurts so deep
no man can ever comprehend,
you speak of love!
How do you know
The unspeakable torment your woman
went by, just for love.
You speak of love
I do not remember the word, said she. 

Shiva quiet

What can the man do?
He tries to tell her all spells
any safety he can conjure
the magician by the road,
but she thinks it is a waste
no body can be trusted.

What can he do?
He tried being nobody even.
He became, but of no use.
She is hurt so deep
It is natural, he thinks.
Ages of pain.
I should be thankful.
She still sings!  
At least, there is the memory.
Reminiscence of reincarnation
The night of the eternal rain.
Thousands leaves and
river endless, all roads
drowned, island homes,
no one to see
but her memory.  

Tandava the Cosmic Dance

Simple Kali

Prakriti is a simple woman.
She tends her gardens,
murmurs songs while she smiles,
and the gardener is careful
not to step on the busy ants,
working day and night.

As the Queen, she says, 
they are tiny you see,
savior you must be.
She talks to them
my regards to your Queen
you are welcome,
she can almost hear
the butterflies whisper....

Her fingertips
are all earthy,
like a clay figurine.
Salt from her tears
They wet the ground
in rain, she does not
feel the need to
dry. Rain, come again,
May you wash away
all pain, so much rain. 

Kali, you are pure as snow.
Her man says,
take care, i will be back.
she reads them by
an orange lamp, her letters
his letters,
when the words come along
separated from a battle song.

Sadasiva Kalika

Holy Mandorla

slender curve, so light
painted fragile, private, night.
she sat by him invisible,

naked, in her sheer garment,
almost as if, she is not,
there. Are you here?

He wore his blindfold
His fingers slender
tracing music in the air
he said, perfume.

She raised her presence
Brought her lips close,
air to his ear, to say,
i am here,
but they did not touch
yet, nor did they share
glances.
He said again, ah, perfume.
smiled and asked,
Is spring already here.

After ages, Prakriti
She slept like a baby.

So much peace....
A kiss.

Holy Mandorla

Artha

Artha.
Love.
Purpose. 

Why?
Songs sung.
Memories woven.
Unbelievable!

Makes sense? 
Priceless?
Artha cannot be purchased
with all Artha in mamons
vault. All his riches are but
flesh and blood, curdled
by greed, attractive.

Thus mammon was killed
when it was discovered
Prakriti and Purusha
Their Love
Longing, belonging
Trusting, bestowing
honoring, caring

is the Artha
of all things. 

Purushartha

Rudraksha

The yogi,
Did you find him?
After looking for him everywhere
Did he just come and say
I am here?

He was always here
You knew him by the tree
by arch of the woods
The road
that disappeared,
Dancing flowers
Cusp of the moon
Shimmering rain....
 
Look close,
Is there
a tear!
Why does a God cry?
He cries
by the sad
story
of beloved
Prakriti.

when...
the Mahabharata was said and done
Great Krishna sat in contemplation
at his Maya
and he cried too.

BalaRama,
elder image of Krishna
Shiva reluctant
at Mahabharata,
he stayed away
from the war
immensely painful
to bear.

Bhisma,
Shiva at war
at his invincibility
pained
folded his hands
to Krishna
to grant him
the death wish,
explained how
Arjuna
can take him down. 
tired of the mayhem. 
The tears of Shiva are Rudraksha.
His eyes balance the Universe
The Sun and the Moon
The tears,
dew held precious
by flowers.

Legend of Rudraksha

Loving

The erotic dance of Shiva
dangerous and beautiful.
dense in psychedelic.

The love of the moon makes one lunatic.
The love of the moon keeps one sane.

In the soft waves, contained around her navel
Dewy perspiration blossoms intoxicating.
Smells of wet earth....
A snake elegantly coils
The smokey lotus of Kundalini
Waking Shakti
His very being.
She.

Ripples tracing bejeweled fingertips
She is him, and he is she
Ardhanarishwara
A most ecstatic trance
As Purusha dissolves in Prakriti....




The endless alchemy of beloveds longing
Manifests in dense catharsis, all in love...
Such that the lust satisfies, blood lust even
The destruction of evil
Corrupt illusion

Distance.

The purpose of Divine Erotica
Is the purpose of everything.

* Valentine's Day, 2014
Ardhanariswar 

Centered

The Primal Darkness forces
Shiva and Kali, Purusha and Prakriti
Durga says, am I not dark?
Am I not dark in this gold also?
I am so imperfect!
Who am I.

Shyam smiles, his joyous eyes gaze at her's
Her beauty is his safety
Keeps him sane in a warm home.
Durga says, Kala do not smile
but tell me am I not dark
that you love Kali more than me?

Shiva is one often to keep silent
and smile all the time to himself,
He says see Goddess
I am Shyam and you are Kali.
The beloved dream,
Earliest lovers dreamed.
















Parvati