Poetry

Love.

Love is not bound by destiny.

Neither is it bound by desires.

Love is more than being unconditional.

It is not cheeky,

It doesn’t go by lust.

Love is not free.

For anything free,

Brews up a question?

“Indeed! Why is it free?”

Love is more than God.

Love is that natural sleep,

Which washes away all of your pain,

Your inner sadness,

And takes into that world whose key,

Is with no one.

Not even with God.

That’s why he says-“love me.”

Love is inexplicable.

It is unspeakable.

It is. It is. And it is.

It is that mojo,

Which runs your ship,

Even when the ship is broken and the fuel is gone.

It can pull you away from the deepest of the dungeons,

Into the nest of warmth,love and care.

It brings you home.

Adios!

WRITING

Dearest “Eruch Uncle” Many,Many Happy Returns Of The Day.

Dearest “Eruch Uncle” Many,Many Happy Returns Of The Day.

It is unknown of the love we have for you.

In your light, warmth and care,

We have grown.

Be there with us always,

And do bestow your love.

It is a heart bursting proud moment for us,

To wish you Happy Birthday.

Be happy always.

My “Eruch” uncle is that light which guided God when he was on earth.

Many don’t know about him.

Moreover, my God stays with him,

In his brilliance and light.

He is one of the most fearless warriors of Baba.

Of the top notch.

Trained and molded by the Lord.

He is my, my mother’s and my father’s dearest.

He is the Lord Of the Lord’s.

One who has conquered divinity and is yet unaware of it.

He is the mojo of the mojos.

Lots and lots of love to you “Eruch” uncle.

I can’t express my feelings to you in this letter cum post.

It is much beyond the horizon in which I, Ma and Baba live.

Do take care of my ……. and us.

It is not worthy to fight a battle which has no meaning.

If I had had the capacity, I would have raised a big flag all over the universes,

Marking your birthday,

It’s those unfortunate one’s who would never know your glory.

It is a miracle.

Even the ones who don’t want God,

Don’t love him,

Want to wish you a happy birthday,

In the sly.

You are God’s beloved.

You are Parvardigar.

You are the light of the lights.

You are an ark,

And will remain so.

I love you and will always do.

Cakes and balloons.

Whatever we have cooked at home,

We offer it to you.

Whatever is our pain,

Please wipe.

Please bring Baba to us.

Please give us your warmth.

In this infinite world which is full of bullshit and nonsense and idiocy and hypocrisy and lust,

To one of Baba’s finest,

To the one who is Baba’s pride, love and a child who is a superstar,

And much beyond excellence,

I wish you a very happy birthday.

Adios!

design

A Pattern Asked Me.

A pattern asked me,

“Can I weave a story?”

I replied-“Yes, you can. There’s nothing to stop you.”

“But I can’t find any story line. The designs are all confusing.”

I-“Weave a flower,

Weave a bird,

Weave a lily,

Let’s tide for a said word.

Weave a scent,

Whose fragrance shall last long enough.”

“I can weave such things.

I shall weave a lily first.

Then a rose.

Let me get to work,

For a pattern must set together,

Leave a permanent feature,

Which shall last more than the universe.”

Adios!

design

The Beautiful Graphics.

The beautiful graphics

Were not for her.

The beautiful graphics,

Were not for the cake.

The beautiful graphics,

Had to be curated.

The beautiful graphics,

Were truly beautiful,

As it had majesty,

Love and kindness.

The beautiful graphics,

Were an artist’s true mark,

For any art isn’t without an artist,

An artist isn’t without art.

Adios!