Queen Bee

Sugar smelling flora
Happy hearts and
Hands that are ever full
Full with them yellow, peach,
maroon flowers
In that springtide!
Eager, ever eager! To greet me!


Giggling brittle glass pieces
Pieces that cant pierce
Piercing that will yield nothing
Nothing that was many things
Everything that's transient
Transience that's painful
Pain that heals
Healing that meets
Meets. Meets all my expectations.


Excerpts from Gitanjali

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,-
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted and
the time had come to take shelter in silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
a new country is revealed with its wonders.

Rabindranath Tagore


To tell me you're not

Angel whispers
Just to kiss her
Just to miss her
Just to hold her tight
Honey, I thought
You were special
All along.
You played me well.
Now I hear myself say
You aren't after all-
Oh no, you aren't so
Special after all.



Like the ever circulating
Blood in the Veins
Like the ever present
Nothingness of space
Like the last harmony
Of every persistent melody
My memory, My heart,
My Soul, My body,
Finds that pulsating
Rhythm with the Universe.

Made for us!

Long Long ago
Not so long ago
We sang songs
We danced
We grooved
Because music
was made for us.


Daring to Bare
Caring to Dare
A wreck
Without that



Squeezing lemons
Cardamom essence
Tropical Summer Breeze
Dusty Roads
Split ends
That sweat
Those ice cubes
Smelly feet
Smellier scalps



Obsolete Memories and New Memories
To make up



Like diamonds of the
Elliptical galaxies
Like the million shining
Suns of the east
Like the many crescents
Of the Moon
Your ways, Your wonders,
Fill my heart,
With eternal amazement.


If I let you go

If I let you go
Will you then want to stay?

If I let you go
Will you then compliment my love?

If I let you go
Will I then forever find a space in your soul?



With every drunk,clumsy move
With every tap of the feet
With every beat of the music's heat
With every ooh of the ah
Darling, without you beside me,
For that groove
For that step
For that melody
For every song
I'm insufficient.

Inspired by Bonobo - Les LaBas



Grey sands
On Black clay
Grey sands
Across the Sun's face
Grey sands
With what we play.

New Moon

If only I could look into your eyes
 For that amazing
 First glance
 Of the new moon.

Treasure Chest

If I ever find you again
I won't ever let go.
My treasure chest
Without a map.


Breaking doors
Smashing Glasses
Tearing up Jewelry
Catching fire flies-


Those tinkling bells
Your twinkling eyes
This repetitive magical madness.

Inspired by Bonobo-Cirrus



In the deep teal waters
In its buoyancy
In its feel
In its wintry chill
In all of its allure

In the green wide skies
In the puzzling brown twigs
In the cool breeze
Of summer evenings

Like the solemn wonder felt,
At every ecstatic creation of the
At every ecstatic creation
Of the Universe,
Beloved, that is how I feel
Every time you are near.


These radioactive love vibes
These misunderstood languages
These mismatching claps of hands
Aren't these what make us,
Even more worthwhile?



If I strip my Pride
If I lay hollow my being
If I destroy them emotions
If I free that which flows
Within me
All that remains
All that which remains
Would unfailingly echo your presence.

Beloved,Lost to begin with

[You Who Never Arrived]

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved,
you who were lost from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up
trying to recognize you in the surging wave
of the next moment.  All the immense
images in me – the deeply felt
faraway landscape, cities, towers, bridges,
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods –
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You who are all the gardens
I have ever gazed at.
An open window in a country house –
and you almost stepped out to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon –
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows?  Perhaps the same bird
echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening . . .

                ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926
(edited by Oriana Poetry) 

Antique memories

Antique Memories
Memories of
You & I.
Memories of you and Love.

Antique Memories
Memories, I,
Forever waited
To make with you.

Antique Memories
That were never made.

With or without you

I am on a Love high
With or Without you

I am on a Love high
Yeah babe,
With or without you.

I am on a Love high
At all times.
At all places..

I am on a Love high.
With or without..

Fast Lanes

I am driving
On fast lanes
Trying to avoid
The sight of the
Rear view Mirrors.
They all mirror only you.

Yet these fast lanes
Aren't safe without


Do Not

Don't be late beloved.
Don't be afraid.
Don't let the past
Chime its music
Down on us.


If I shut all the doors
And windows
Of my soul
You would still shine through
You will still shine through
Like the ever present
Celestial Beauties of the Night skies.


Creatures of fantasy
Lovers of infinity.

Red Handed

Twists and turns
Caught in fantasies
Caught in truth
Caught in love
Caught Red-Handed
By you.

Wings of my soul

How many words do I use
To spell your name
To spell out loud my love.
How many times do I tell
The world
What your love means to me.

That I glide. I soar. My love for you;wings of my soul.


Everything You,Everywhere You

Your Grace.
Your enchanting smile.
Those honey colored eyes.
That endearing raising of the
Eye brow.
I look for you everywhere I know.
Then find you right here.
Your divine presence in my soul.