TRACE

If I will be forbidden
To measure your loving past
Think not my distance
That gained me tears and pain

I will prefer
To abide by your fragrance
Warping space and time, and
Take you beyond, entwined

Those turns
Where galaxies swirl
There, will I knock
The traces of your whereabout

MY NUDITY

Open thy gate
Unequivocal of love,
In what consequences
Are my flesh and blood
If it pays hunger and urge
Lingering thy thoughts

why for your reality
Ceases by my larger pain:
The thoughts, that
Transit between
Your weired forms,
Constraining my object

Any weight, that
I superpose
Between thy sky
And grace;
It perforce my nudity
The world and everyday

I AM

I am:
To be

And,
Not to be:
I am not!

MY RADIO

Turned clockwise,
Resuscitating live
The antique radio knob
To see the evolving
Indicator, the green light:
The vacuum tube heating up

And,
Fading longer tunes
To my hungry ears:
The Murmur
Wafting sweetest sound
That, once was, and is
My Radio, my life!

LOVING BLUE: PRABHAT

To that loving soul
To brink that
Spills love and smile;
To that loving great
I offburn my heart,
To get rid of my proving thoughts
As
Thee alwyas come
Before my loving eyes
Ever be thy day
Bloom as ever
As the skies, do
With their loving blue!

PEACE OF SKY

I will not speak of you
Till I bury my sin
To ashes mine:
Lofty flame afire

For,

Any remembrance, gained
Piquing your thought
Will dull my fancy
Dungeon deep

For,

Any guidance
Untouched by my soul
Will wriggle pain
Craving my history unknown

And, lo

I will speak not
Till the golden fire
Take my ostentation
Living peace of sky

BORN LOVE

You often come
Silent of steps
Prawling gloomy nights,
Hooting silent waves
Whirling dark clouds

And, have seen you
Lurking behind
Frozen cold nights
Riding high,
your master's vein

What if
you possess, sword
of the cutting nights.
I, of born love
Truce thy might