Holi Night

In the amber chamber of desire
I can hear the footsteps of tears
“This fire will burn you!”
And I hear the serpent smoke’s laughter.

“This fire will burn you!”
It sings as it coils the innocent air
And flies away
To sit by the moon’s fireside.

The moon smokes an ivory pipe
Scratching his week old stubble
And in a mocking voice repeats-
“This fire will burn you!”

“This fire will burn me!...
This fire will burn me!.”
I sing as I kindle the dry woods
Of my persistent yearning.

The Rhizome

Let me nourish my rhizome
The blossom does not last forever.
The journey has merely begun
Yet- the autumn is here.

Every experience is a secret
Unfolding in the recess of the unconscious
One is a hero of one’s own myth
As one rides into one’s own sunset.

The head is where the heart is
The heart thumps to be opened
And if the best way to open a heart is to break it
Then I believe it should be broken.

One man- one truth
All other philosophies are the death of man
There is no Buddha; no Avatar
If one can stand naked in one’s own eyes.