poem

Give me one more night to taste the darkWhen wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle__ death Just breathe to free your one last breath

Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.

The world's an incessant transformation, and to meditateis awareness, with noclinging to,no working on, the mind.It is a floating; ever-moving; 'marvellous emptiness'.Only absorption in such a practice will release usfrom the accidents, and appetites,of life.And upon this leaf one shall cross overthe stormy sea,among the dragon-like waves.

They__e close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream _ A cry _ They__e getting closer.Did I lock the door? It__ too late to check. They__e coming. I barely move, barely breathe. Perhaps they__l go away. But they__e getting closer.The door slams against the wall. My eyes squeeze shut. This curtain is not a shield. They__e here. They__e come for me. I freeze.Metal rings clank together. My barrier is cast aside. Wearily, I look. Reddened eyes glower at one another _ But not at me. I wonder.A moment of silence _ Water streams down my face. Steam rolls around my flesh. I glare at the intruders And slide the curtain between us. I wait.He shrieks, __he took my glow stick!_ She howls, __o, I didn__!_ I scowl. __o tell your father about it.__hey leave. I inhale the lavender mist. Slather bubbles over my skin. Five more minutes _ And, next time, I shall lock the door.

MOMWholeheartedly,She loved me-And inspired me-With transcending devotion.It was a blessing-To have been her son,To have been loved-Without conditions.Her words of wisdom-Opened my eyes-To the world-And to myself.By seeing the best in me, She empowered me.By believing in me, She transformed me.She grew old-And floated away,But her love remains standing-Eternally by my side.

Will and Love practicedto invoke her Majesty KundaliniIn the world where Adepts die and bloom as LotusesThe perfection of Union is Silence

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end of the day I only have me and I didn't seem to like my own company. I decided to I had to make myself into someone I can live with.

Stop blaming people for not helping you. No matter how your teacher teaches you to recite a poem, you can__ wear her smiling face to the platform. You__e got to put that smile on your own face.

Latin is a dead tongue And Romans made songs! Then no one disagree: It delighted them in theory Now it's "the Latin" in me.

A lie is still a lieeven if it__ disguisedas the truth.

COMING FORTH INTO THE LIGHTI was born the dayI thought:What is?What was?AndWhat if?I was transformed the dayMy ego shattered,And all the superficial, materialThings that matteredTo me before,Suddenly ceasedTo matter.I really came into beingThe day I no longer cared aboutWhat the world thought of me,Only on my thoughts forChanging the world.

Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to keep,And if I die before I wake,I pray the Lord my toys will break.So none of the other kids can use 'em....Amen.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

A Strange Prayer:Dear Lord, I, the self searching illusion, has seen and experienced the outer world:relationships,success and failure,true friends, strangers and backbiters.I lived the different emotionsduring different seasons;I witnessed ups & downs,enjoyed love & hate,was good & bad,faced beauty & ugliness.There were times when I was brave,there were times when I was a coward.There were times when I was proactive,there were times when I was indecisive.After, flying high in the skies,and yet being a loser...After, being nothing & no one,and yet feeling content..I have understood the differencebetween lust and love,happiness and sadness,selfishness and selflessness.One often leads to another;another secretly carries the one!Yet I am lostbetween being and becoming.An inner voice admits thatmy heart is an unexplored realm,my mind is a prisoner to my wishful thinking,and the soul is unknown to me.Setting that unknown free... now, this is my heartiest wish.As Saurabh Sharma,the human being,Ialwayspray to thee, " O lord, set me free.I don't want love,I don't want to be loved;I want myself to be love itself now.That beautiful, silent and divine existence...!I want to get merged into that.Please give me wisdom and courage; Merge me into your supreme kingdom by setting my soul free.

teach usequality through empathy

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we__l be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...