Mars is Bright


The night is still young
The wind is still free
I make love to the very desire
But Mars is bright tonight.

The warmth of the clasp.
The warmth of her breath.
So close to my heart,
So close to me,
But like the Tree and the Mist,
We think not of the Day.

Up there in the sky
The moon nestles among the clouds
She points it out
I see and smile
And we both see Mars
It's unusually bright tonight.

Up there in the sky
Mars shines bright tonight
Red, like the unseen future
Red, like the unspoken passion
Red, like the wild hope and belief
Red, like a single glistening tear
I see Hope and Belief in it.
It's dark, I can't read her eyes,
But her hands hold me tighter.

I cannot read her eyes tonight
I cannot read her mind.
The words are but a jumble
But the laugh, a merry rivulet.
I know her warmth,
I feel her warmth,
Red, like a kiss.
Red, like Mars.
Mars shines bright tonight.
:)

O


Something about the way
The world reads into an Orgasm.
Tying it with earthly bonds,
when it is actually a moment
of unreal peace.

Is the mysticism
in the way you dance?
Or is it in the movement,
when you move like the breeze?
The dance of two souls
Together, in a union,
Inseparable, the rhythm,
Of pure pleasure,
Of spirit, of mind.

Bodies are made of earth.
Minds, of light.
Pure, white light.
An Orgasm is a journey
Into this light.

Shun the worthless poetry,
Ridicule the Free Poet.
But inside you,
You know of what I speak.

It is not about actions anymore,
It is about thoughts.
Whirls of colors,
Language, only eyes can speak.
Language, only eyes can understand.
And the lips curve into a smile.

A beautiful smile,
An acceptance.
And the air isolates
Two souls in love.
Air between them
But cannot separate them
In spirit.

A beautiful smile.
An acceptance.
No words exchanged.
Wind speaks of colors
Of passion and understanding.

The next level
is just a journey.
A high, experienced
by the Consciousness.

In a world
where only two souls exist,
the brightest light
from the brightest sun
is the purest form
of Vision.
When both see,
See through each other.
Masks, clothes lie forgotten.
Naked, by mind.

And a single note
is now a symphony.
A Carnival
of deepest confidence.

And it's dawn.
The world is back to haunt.
They were, but for a moment,
living in themselves.
Bounded to each other
in an Orgasm.
:)

The Red Window


The world is all Blue
because we look at it
through a Blue window.
Parting the curtains,
Across the window-sill,
Ignoring all that lies between
us and the window.
The window is Blue,
So is the room,
And so are we.
That makes the world all Blue.

Let us ponder
over the sanctity
of our Blue surroundings.
What makes it Blue?
Blue thoughts, Blue visitors,
Blue stick-ons and Blue memories.
If it's got a Blue past
And if that's the color we like,
it's Blue for life.

Say, something changes me,
Makes me a new man,
Overnight.
A woman, perhaps.
Or a well-placed comment.
Or just a drink with a stranger,
A wise stranger.
And I fall for Red.

So the conversations in my room
are all splashes of Red.
Red streaks, Red blots,
Spurts of Red laughter,
Waves of warm Red smiles.
It is a Red room.

And the cold wind
is now blood Red.
The sun shines Scarlet.
I share a Red coffee with my beloved
And couples kiss under a Red moon.

My future might all be Purple
like my childhood was a sunny Yellow.
The healed scars speak of a Blue past.
The present is alive in Red.

And I look at my Red world
through a Red window.
:)