There are Stars and I am one of Them,
I am sitting In the laps of Lotus flowers in the Ether,
From above I watch my Inner Child
I tend to Her,
It’s been the longest ride, a lifetime of hurry,
Now, I rest, reflect and reset,
Bodywork; has released years of fear,
I weep, as if a Baby, every single time,
My hips, holding a sea of pain,
Bleeding,
Lotus holds me, her Judgement does not exist ,
She knows who I am Becoming,
The Divinity of what God Wanted,
All the Lines drawing up to my Kismet,
Now I understand,
The Universe does not listen to Grief,
She directs the Show,
This in itself is an Art form,
Surrender,
You either Listen or you Die.
So many Live a Life of Lies.
I followed the Dark,
I put Grovel in my Eyes,
I cried Black,
My grief took my through the Alley of Suicide ,
Not once, not thrice,
Too Many.
There was an Angel, over December,
I was Saved.
I am now, in the Lap of the Lotus Flower,
She and the Water bathe me,
What were my sorrows,
Now holy Water, a Teaching ,
As if Baptised.
Shakti, Reawakening
In her Vessel, every Atom reigniting,
Dancing for the God inside of her,
There are Gardens growing inside of me,
Quarters blooming in Wild roses,
Fields of Saffron flourishing over my Thighs,
I’m too expensive to be Ransomed ,
A Price could not capture my Heart,
You lost me in my Golden reflection,
My Melting skin amongst Kulfi,
The Sun can be Blinding,
If caught with no Precaution,
My insides a Tandoor* of Burning Embers,
I am this Searing Star,
Who has found the Glow of her Own Light,
Prancing into the Ends of the Earth,
Recently, another Light has entered the Vicinity into my Chest,
It gleams,
I feel Serene,
This Tender flame, so far away,
Unto which I am Entranced,
yet so Centred….
*Tandoor – Pakistan/ Indian Oven