Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Ever Thirsty Heart

I have a heart
That even the strongest wine
Would not console

Except the wine
Of recalling now and ever
The joy of joining back with
The Beloved...
What rare Wine!
What soothing Console!
What long-looking
Yet so short
A Road!

Sunday, September 9, 2007


Your Remembrance apart

all leaves of memory

are blowing in

the cold


in the

dead of night

and the clamors of day

Your beautiful names overresonate!

Saturday, September 8, 2007

How can I ever even begin to be grateful of You, my Dear Beloved Lord, ...

...for all the raptures and ravishing moments You keep gracing me with;

...for all the blessed roads and relations You open up to me;

...for all the radiant light you keep showering on my soul, far beyond my merit!?

Then, O Dear Beloved Lord!

I, as a mere no one-son-of no one, beseech You imploringly

to melt away the last remaining iotas of my wandering bewildered being

into your Infinite Ocean of Mercy and loving grace,

leaving not a single trace of me, not even a shadow or a shade...

For, You are All and Everythingl:

the flight of butterfly,

fragrance of the budding rose,

the blues in the lonely hearts of lovers,

the light of the light of the whole Cosmos and far far beyond...

and my detached part from You, the wandering drop in exile from the Ocean,

desperately longing for falling back where it belongs.