Ode to Buddha

  

Up amid the wise grey haired Himalayas and beneath his sole,

And far down to the gorgeous gargling Ganges,

 Your sweetest song sung sweetly soothes my soul,

Sweetened like Keat’s nightingale and sugary candies.

From dungeons, my shackled senses shaken with a warm breath,

Unchained me from this freezing vales and isles.

Your lucent poesy is unheard on earth,

Mistress agony smirks and sits through the aisles.

 Karma claws this brittle body to death,

Father! I long for pills to free her wrath,

And sleep blissfully before a warm hearth

Hearken! Hearken! Hearten me holy heart

 I plead: tip me to slurp your slush sutras.   

This surreal life is slitting me apart,

My beastly soul needs your magic mantras.

Sleeping under your Bodhi tree I yearn,

Forlorn eyes trek far to see your glimpses    

Like a lost yogi in a cold cavern.

Yet kneeling down I supplicate to learn

To erase throbbing pain is my wishes. 

Alas! This gorgeous Karma kisses me again,

Ringing kneeling bell, she shuts my heaven.

Naked Desire

                                                                                                                        

Sensuous verse oozes out from your heart,

Stripping, winking and tiptoeing you pose

Like a lustful maid, “What thou is your art?”

From the deepest slumber I rose and froze.

“O, virgin being can thou sing thy love song?”

Cold my heart is jaded and dried I lie,

Your heavenly music is what I long,                                            

Awaken; high I fly never to die.

Alas! Samsaric you are-pettiness!

Licking your tongue filled with horny nectar,

 My soul is blackened with long emptiness,

Never a god! You were but an actor!

Let’s handsome conscience clothed and clean my mind,

So to spread love to the endless mankind!