I feel happy,
just by thinking of you -
and start dancing -
in circles -
around you -
with closed eyes -
raised hands -
rhythmic footwork -
to the music,
I made up that instant.

Knowing you -
are cheering -
I dance, until tired.
and fall asleep -
like a baby -
you created that morning.

I sleep -
in void.
in full bliss.
Knowing you -
are watching over me -
in spite of what they say of you.

A Rat,
Could go up or down,
the hill.

You could still eat it -
When you are ahead of it,
Either at peak or at dike.

There is nothing more I can say -
That which is not said across the eons -
By the poets in multitude of languages -
After you were created by humans -
And got all the inspiration,
For evolution at civilizaiton scale.

Yet, I have a lot to say -
Yet, I keep quite -
As I know, nothing will change your mind.

You are already made,
You are already at the last page,
Of reading my judgement.

All the Pillars are falling,

Only a couple left.

After them -

I won't have any to lean on.

You are the only one
I ever loved —
after him.

You are the only one
I ever could love
Forever now on.

You don’t make it easy.

I keep putting on same face
without any masks.

I am nobody
But here with you,
I am a rider
Thank you Dragon.

Reading a book - you like,
Is almost like meditation.

You touch the pages,
You smell the pages,
You focus your eyes,
You block everything else,
From reaching your ears.

It’s a state prior to Samadhi.

The cauldron is never resting,
For decades - it’s simmering,
Over magical warm everlasting crystals.

The witch, with her
Inherited magical hat,
And dusty broom,
Goes everywhere-
Bringing back ingredients-
And dropping into cauldron.

Magical spoon goes merry,
Stirs gain and again.

The witch never followed a recipe,
Never read a book
Always allowing intuition to guide
Surprised to see bubbles-
Cauldron never did it.
What’s coming out now?

I felt happy,

Looking at that number -

An absolute "Zero"

The foot falls into my garden.

The garden I built for myself -

With great planning and effort.

I know -

I built it for myself,

Yet I put -

"All are welcome" sign in front.

I am not looking for masses,

I am looking for that one soul,

who walks closer to me.

I only need one set of steps,

to find their way in.

But think about it -

a perpetual sadness arrives.

Though I felt happy

that nobody walked into my garden.

When I sing, 

I see their faces glow, 

I hear their hands clap, 

I feel their hearts fly. 

And I go back, 

Night after night, 

to sing a new song

to the gathering crowd.