Senses

He roams in the forests

amongst the cedars, mulberries

collects fragrance of the wilderness

Snow drips from the pines

his palms open at the sky

he smiles with the sheep

and ripples under the sheets of ice

Those who met his world

never returned to the urban sanity

he binds with the fragrance

their hearts to the wilderness

His soul is wild in the mountains

his eyes hold the wilderness

Reassurance

An object of discreet possession
she holds captive her urge to fly
morphed rocks covered the landscape
ugly she thinks are the birds.
She keeps her world closed
creates smiles at selective thoughts
and precise people.
Only once she has seen the sky
dream shaped clouds
rain drenched trees
only once she smiled when alone.
She needs reassurance
that smiles are meant to happen.

Magical

It is magical with the bodies in love,

On the periphery of her curves

he creates giggles and goosebumps.

Free

With carefree feet, and happy hearts

we walk by the bends of Ganga

through the mountains and remote settlements

where we are pure, like she is.

We cry unstoppable our tears into Ganga.

Cities we live in, destroy, destroy us,

we walk by the bends of Ganga

with tearful eyes, and happy hearts.

Here we are pure, like she is.