Paradox of Mirror

On the spotless window, a white golden angel appeared. Her being fragmenting with the splashes of life’s metallic water, she transformed into the paradox of the prison’s mirror.

Truth is a Pantomime

Where to go from
This shallow running sand

What to do with
This amazing sinking soul

What awaits my wonderful,
Bright moon of dreams?

Holy land is a myth, I know
Truth is a pantomime
Buried under the silked road
Of un-faced devotion

Which Heart?

This heart, confuses me
It needs a new name

Not sure if the physical
Or the gateway of love

Both in the same place
But one only beats
The other rhythms

One can take labels
The other only gives

One is red and bloody
The other green yet blue

One will stop sooner or later
The other will travel till eternity

No name it can take
No labels
No hierarchy

How far to travel in search of truth?
With a suitcase and shaving cream

Silence is seaweed in the ocean
Solitude is seaweed in its motion

Love is silence felt in that solitude

Seedless Desire

Helpless child stirring through the current
Trying to fit in grown up’s tomato soup

Losing himself slowly; selflessly changing
Freedom substituted by prejudice
Hope instead of dream
Anger for joy
Sadness for happiness

Fits so well the child today;
Admired by the whole society

Trying to break the cage now
Wanting to open his wings
Wanting to sing with the birds
Wanting to smell the roses
Wanting, wanting, wanting

Seedless desire is wanting;
Another ingredient of the soup

Hold On

Hold on trunk of the oak tree
Dreamland is not far, swim

Birds sing and lions play drums
Monkeys dance yet leaves fall

Your roots grow deeper my dear
For every cent you give away

Waste it for good and the poor
Comes back into your well
Like a never ending rain
Pouring from the sunrise
Into the beauty of the never sleeping
Heart that your roots grow from

The Moment

“Hallucinations”, the tagline of the ignorant nations
The truth of tasteful company of humble pumpkins

Visions are in the head,
Universes in the body
All in One place;
Within; without:
The moment

Honour

Look from the eye of the four seasons
Stretch through time with the beauty
Of the spikeless red rose under the rain

The music plays like needles on the skin
Honour is the package of powerless pride
Of the spikeful yellow rose in sea of pain

Dry Tea Leaf

On the river of love a dry tea leaf floats
Dreaming, singing and dancing to the wind

Its being fracturing by the water of joy
It loses itself to the river of ecstasy;

Nirvana; Fana; Samadhi; Enlightenment

Fable

Jokes my mind speaks
Madness my tongue articulates
Fable my heart creates

Free Me

Take me, free my soul
I’ve been caged, estranged

Help me, hold me, hear me
This portrait is cold

Mother of mothers
Father of fathers
I call upon you the angels

This body I cannot bear anymore
This agony I cannot see anymore

Free me; I want to float like the feathers
Fly high high; past the horizon
Into the kingdom of love; eternity

The Heart Speaks

Sometimes the heart speaks
Sometimes it just hums
Sometimes it is silent

Loves your attention this ocean
Needs your cuddles its waters

Give it time, just observe;
Bigger and bigger it grows
Stretches through eternity;
One end never reaches the other

Inside you’ll find the past
Anger, sadness, guilt
Tune into the present
Then you will find
Joy, happiness and love

Endless, powerful, bright
Get drunk of love; beauty
Lose yourself in the river
Let the current role your stones
Finer and smoother they become
On the way to the ocean

Love or Lust?

Choosing love or lust?
Like asking green or red?

Lust is the tail
Love is the heart

You have to start low
Slowly raise the sun

Into the horizon; eternity
Where the cross joins

Rhythm of The Ocean

Fresh lemon juice; that fragrance
The smell of rain on green grass

Reminds me of the years I lost
Of how the mountains became dust

Hill after hill, I built my palace
After all, I thought it was a race

Day after day I sit by the ocean
Rhyming myself with its motion

What do I seek? I can’t see the end
What do I need? Will I ever ascend?

My heart beats slowly; no emotion
What do I get out of this devotion?

So confused is little Nima today
Lets just take the guitar and play

You Are Home

When you are locked in your room
Dreaming of a hansom groom
White dress as your long costume
Rosemary part of your perfume

Love endlessly, know you are home

Fly Away

Fly, fly far away you estranged soul
Smell the grass, crawl on the stones

Taste the flowers, sleep by the sea
Listen to the waves; they are yours

Shine, Shine Into My Heart

I sit with my legs crossed to form a lotus
I take my rosary and repeat my mantra

Bead after bead, I say, I feel, I dream
Of the white light to fill my heart

I live a busy life, spend hours at work
Hours I eat and sleep. Hours I speak

They tease me, for preaching my heart
I close my eyes, bead after bead,
I say shine, shine into my heart

You Are Me But I’m Not You

My dear child, I take this pen to write for you
You’ve been with me since the beginning

I am sorry. I treated you unfairly. I was selfish
You don’t understand how these flames burn

You see, the pleasure of this life was so pleasant
I failed to care for you, protect you, cherish you

Now I can see that you are me but I’m not you

Confession

Let me be straight
I’m tired of pretending
Tired of covering up

It kills me slowly; gently from outside
This veil I hold around my aura

You need to have experienced
To feel my sorrow, my pain

These words I speak only
To you my laptop

I want to let loose
I need to be free

If you hate me then be it
I need to open the curtains

I’m a vegetarian; not for you
I live in meditation; not for you
I breath yoga; not for you

Walking truth hurts, I know
I’m a wandering pilgrim

I do it for me; for my heart
I like to share; for my heart
I love you; for my heart

Your soul is not mine
But it is the same;
Beautiful, brilliant, magnificent

We are joined in spirit
I can feel you
Then, lets be free. Together