Difficulty

Difficulty is when you can't talk when you want to talk most.
Difficulty is when you can't talk to that one person you talk most.
Difficulty is when you can't hold your breath,thinking about that one person you think of most.
Difficulty is when all the above happen at the same time.

I Lost The Flow Of Time!

I loved the Buddha, I did not lack the Buddha's love.
I whispered,in my hidden experience,"Love other People!"
In my pure,clear life,
I promised to the girls
the absolute truth,
amazement!
This Girl,in a thin white dress,did not understand me,
I was a simple young boy,
I had lost the flow of time.
The eternal young girl changes into an elderly woman
An eternal magic memory remians,
in my little mind.
I sit,shining in another's house,brewing tea.
I yearn for the Buddha's Love,
I know he remembers me.

Courtesy: The Literary Review(FDU)

You live in my heart,where no one sees you.
That vision becomes this art.

Rumi.

Creating Love(Part 2-Haiku)

a Repetitive Cognizance,
to my half drenched heart..
Crushed to ashes,
these pieces-
Glass.

Creating Love

In my non essential
capture of these,
Necessary lives-
I try praying,
so deep-so keen-
And in all,
Of my conscious,
Subconscious,
Thoughts-deliberate and not theirs;
You continue to exist.
Your face of anger,pain,
Sorrow and
Gleeful laughter.


A Repetitive cognizance,
to my half-drenched
Heart.
Often too afraid
to admit, its odd fortunes-
The duplicity,
of choices,
I may be called,
Upon, to make-
To live a life,
Subdued for,
Survival.
Nay, for my,
ever longing,
soul's outreach,
To be with you.
When-then-
shall we
ever be
together,
my beautiful
Dear.
You who
continue
To fear.

The Frog and the Nightingale

'Dearest frog,' the nightingale Breathed:'This is a fairy tale- And you're Mozart in disguise. Come to earth before my eyes.' 'Well, I charge a modest fee.' 'Oh!' 'But it wont hurt, you'll see.'

Now the nightingale,inspired, Flushed with confidence, and fired, With both art and adoration, Sang- and was a huge sensation. Animals for miles around, flocked towards the magic sound, And the frog with great precision, Counted heads and charged admission.

Though next morning it was raining, He began her vocal training.
(BEASTLY TALES from here and there- by Vikram Seth)