Now I’ll sing of my greatest fear

Of the taste of the realm of nothingness

Teasing and taunting like a missing limb

How I dread its incessant pull

Into the passage between here and there

Nothing more agonizing than that chill

Gnashing beneath the hovering darkness, a

Ne’er ending nightmare of infinite nothingness

E‘er threatening possession of my mind

Such is the miracle of a near-death your

Soul is never here or there

Dare To

If I’m honest with myself
I’ll sing of my secret cravings
The art of self discovery
When no mortal is near

If I’m brace enough
I’ll on this chaste paper
Pen my deepest passion
The art of self pleasure

I’ll sing of how long ago
We started on this road
How much I will a halt
Yet found my fingers roving

Fear (2)

Fear is a living thing
it feeds on your worries, guilts
anxieties and insecurities
the more you feed it, the
bigger it grows, sucking
life out of you like cancerous cells
until there is nothing left of
you but fear, misery and empty shell


If this gentle wind could talk
Would have whispered my longings
Mounting, with every breaths

If hearts could connect
Mine would tell yours
Of its incessant poundings
Wishing, for a brush of your hand

If miles could be shortened
I should be beside you in a blink
Loving you, till the end of time


Wouldn’t it be perfect
If “we” all became one?
No “I” or “You” or “They”
Just one giant indomitable I
Tall and selfless like the palm tree
Wouldn’t it be liberating if I would
Unify the rift between truth and lie?
If I would cross the fence and pull the plug
On the conflict between good and the need for doing good?
If I would break the horrifying silence of the hibiscus Stimulating the unsated thirst of the butterfly
If I would make every cloudy face break open like the morning sun
If I would be as liberal as the sun,as cleansing as the rain
If I would be as receptive and meek as the moon
We would be one indomitable “I