beg me for life
to the unseen one
beg me for living spirit
to the invisible sight
...
Crow of all the birds
the master tutor of
the biggest University
teaches how to share
...
The mind is a mirage
where you seek hope
there it is dry
and when you rest
...
To build a nest
with twigs unrest
lying here, lying there
to lay some eggs
...
as a Child
I picked up shells
and kept in my manor
in secret holes
...
Hitler is no more
Hitlers have mushroomed
in every corner
Hearts of Hitler
...
Think of the children
running away from death
the little hearts
born to bombs
...
Alone I go
up and down
past past, present and future
in my inner thoughts
...
Addicted to nature and poetry by Birth. Feeling the throb of life around, every dawn and every dusk, in every being in and around. Every change in nature creates lovely emotions in and around......................................)
A Curve
A curve
in full silvery light
a full moon
a meeting of curves
an arch
the fashionable curve
a wave
the passionate weave
all beauty
in curves of heart
the dove's bosom
dodging touch by action
the lovely breasts
curving from virginity
to eternity's unrest.
milking love
and molten passions
splitting hearts
and spilling iron thoughts
all curves in hips
and lips and
she stoops
to curve me
down and down
to win her over
and win me all quivers
Nice, very nice. There are a lot of Indian poets registered in this web site and each one is better than the other
You have been such a great inspiration, a great comfort and solace.......why have you suddenly deserted me, Lolitaa! ! La ma sabachthani...? ? ? ?