FIRE

Where is this fire coming?
 from my heart or mind
or from my enraged self
Where is this fire coming?
from my thoughts or my words
or my bleeding wounds
where is this fire coming in orange
sparks, in holy form?

REMINDER

History is not for to repeat
and not even there in the history
of stories a story told once is repeated
and when I listen to those waves
and their reminders of a repeat
I search in history books
and find there no HiStory

FEATHER



I have turned weightless,
burdenless like a feather
and I have transformed
when seasons changed
And when I floated like
a feather I could climb
up to moonbeam and stars

FOR A MOMENT




For a moment I was breathless
in a coffin of compulsions
That was a nightmare, the one
arrived in drapes of dark clouds,
for a moment I was breathless
as in one dream that tied me to chains
and when I bathed in rains of June
I liberated my true self from nightmares

TURING POINT




From a point, I tried to draw a line
exactly to measure the other end of life
where birds fly high towards sky and beyond
to their nests on lands over seas across
and when day ended and night began
it is moon that lighted on my life's exact
turning point

CELESTIAL




I have grown beyond time
and clusters and I have learned
to walk past curses of northwind
I have grown like one incarnation
beyond earth and there i transormed
into a celestial being..