Calling ocean

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I am the child of this ocean
and all the others
that reside in
the being of men
who venture out
and in the womb
of women
who conceive of love
pure and unbounded.
My life mirrors
the storms and the calm
that returns inevitably
to the silence of depths
and the depth of silence
in the realisation of 
the eternity of life.
Yet I long 
to play on the waves
for that momentary
bliss of merging
self completely
in that moment.

In the dark...1

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Aren't we all in the dark
about our past
the real motives
ours and theirs
real feelings
ours and theirs
and about our present
real desires
and their hidden connections
ours and theirs?
And we are in the dark about
the future
and so we grope
in the dark
taking the only
certainty with us
of the moment
that is our
body
- the flame in the
mortal frame.

On my own..7

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Water collects
in a pond
under the shade of
trees
that thrive under
the blue sky
dotted by clouds
that bask in the sun
and float from here
to there.
I stand wondering
if I need to step
into the water:
will it be muddy
cold
warm
clean
and run deep?
I am on my own
and I have all these
for company:
the mud, the frogs
the sky, the clouds.
I am on my own
and they are of my own.

Freshness...2

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Freshness of dew
in the freshness of morning
just when flowers bloom afresh
draws me in
the freshness of my skin
and the freshness of my whole
being
as it leaps to envelope
the whole universe around me
until only the 
freshness 
remains. 

Scatter...2

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I am not
making up my mind
which way to go
- the way of the mind
or the way of the wind.
Mind flutters and stutters
here and there
now and then.
The wind blows
hither and thither.
Both are beyond control
yet very close to the skin
and very open to move.
I don't know
what will happen if
I continue this way.
May be I will float
and flow or
fly and drift.
Why worry?

Scatter

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Distraught by
pulls and pressures
turns and twists
swing and sway
my thoughts are a scatter
my feelings
float aimlessly
and my actions listless.
nothing enthuses
beyond a point.
its only
the cold floor
that seems real,
no light
dispels
darkness inside.

On my own...6

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Being sensitive
to myself
I began hearing
stirrings of
desire deep
that had been buried
long back.
My senses woke up
- delicate touch
-soft fragrance
- rhythmic breathing
- shapely curves
and lingering tastes.
Just to be
with the sensation
took me to another world
of my own
full of ecstasy
and yet of nothing
by nothing
for just being
sensuous.