What is Freedom?

When you give up on the hegemony of your destiny
Put a stop to your disdains
When you refuse to bend your head
For a wrong cause
For the wrong power
Even though your back shall be broken
And your head smashed
And even while you have been shot on your knees
You refuse to look down
You refuse to fear
To oblige
To let go of the life in you
This easily
When you can't shame your death
And would rather die now instead of then
But refuse to let go
Of the strength which is in your heart
Where all your loved ones reside
In the mirror of your eyes
And you reflect the power
Greater than any oppressive or repressive forces
The power of love
For your soul, and for the sake of all other souls
That have ever suffered.
Freedom is putting a stop
To all the subjugation, enslavement, and tyranny
Of your Mind and of your Heart
Where the Soul finally comes out to fight
This battle that you call Freedom Struggle.

At the Break of Dawn

I have never felt lightly for you
It is a strong, heart-wrenching feeling
Clogging blood to my veins
Clenching my heart at every heartbeat
Smothering the emergence of new thoughts
Stuck in a moment, moment after moment
Causing an unattempted dizziness of
A fear, a hesitation, a clinch
Any slightest of approach startles me
Beyond measure and pleasure.
There is a winter dawning in me
With a hibernating condition
In this dormancy of our love.

Dissolute

Is there any other language
In which I can talk to you
Easily, without racing my heart
Without reaching the zenith of anticipation?
A language in which I may finally make you know
What blows my mind off
What entices me towards you?
Is there someway, anyway that it can be made easy, my love?
I can't talk and be in love at the same time.
I can't be me and be in love at the same time—
I am losing myself to you.

Beyond Superficiality

Here
Take this mirror
Look deeply into your eyes
And tell me what do you see there
Do you recognize this lovely soul you are?
Do you see your heartbreaks
And all the things that have ever made you lose faith?
Do you see this wonderful strength you own
Right there in the sparkle of your pupil?
Can you acknowledge your vulnerability
And cry out for all the help you need?
Can you cry out instead of crying in
And then laugh out real loud
With all the breathe in your lungs?
Can you open your heart out
To yourself, to all the mistakes you have ever made,
To all the guilt you now possess,
And all the fears that enslave you in their bounds?
And then, can you open your heart to me?
Tell me who you are?
Tell me what makes you sick
And what causes that anticipatory excitement in you?
Can you take me in you
Let me stay there for a while
Where we shall laugh and cry and exchange our experiences?
Together?
Not just you
Not just me
But as we, like a very raw human bonding
Which our ancestors have experienced
In the cold nights around fire
With songs that sings the melody of their true being
As and for each other?

Eternal Kiss

All my feminine energies
Are getting along together
To get inclined towards
The masculinity in me
Like the perfect union of
The energies of
Yin and Yang
Into an
Eternal kiss.

For this once again
I am looking into me
Finding perfection in the
Imperfections of my own
Reflection
Conversing with the mirage
I find now inside
That was sought before
Somewhere
Out there in this illusionary world;

Seeking pleasure
Of this amalgamation
In an eternal bliss.

Written on

One of those nights
When the moonlight walks into your room
To stay throughout till the
Break of dawn
Telling you stories
Of its indispensable walk around the earth
Sharing the songs it has sung along
And asking you questions
That have remained unheard
And unspoken
In the snickets of your veins
And you bleed your heart out
In a glass of wine
Offering it to that moonlight
Which is there to cherish it
Alone.

Walk Gently Through the Night

Walk gently through the night, my love
For the shadows are dark, and desires darker
Probable sins of future rise
Stealthily from the hidden corners
And hisses all through the house
While a dog howls longingly into the night
And the stars outshine every attempt of clouds
Made to conceal them.

Talk gently into the night, my love
For the ears are more used to
The noise of silences and sighs
Better whisper, if you shall speak
And sleep, before you shall wake.

Delusional

When on nights like these
My imagination takes me to some far off place
And another time
Beneath the moonlit gaze of sky
In the face of soothing breeze
And tender drops of rain tingling the
Peaceful follicles of my skin—
I stand in this gentle embrace
All clamped into myself
By a chimerical sense of love
Somewhere within me—
Dismantling all ties with reality
For as long as can be.

Again

Love swayed like a wind
Carrying the fragrance of a dead past
Where all the lessons of trust and mistrust were learned
Unswervingly
And were henceforth resolute
In a state of dormancy—
Are now being lifted off from their
Curse,
To be in faith
Once again.