ideally

To ensure that love doesn't die,
to keep the wonder alive...
to make it all happen with smiles,
to be innocent as a child,
to laugh
to cry
to love
to be alive...
it is upon us to decide.
We, the interested!!

fearlessly

in this game,
we play for keeps.
we make money from research
gain knowledge for free.

wisdom comes at a price
of youth and exuberance.
in this game,
we live to be ignorant.

we love and laugh,
we feel pain and cry
in this game,
life just keeps flowing by.

the years go on
the lines are etched deeper...
the eyes grow tired
and the legs get weaker.

but then again,
the heart grows young.
as the days go by
we are less stung.

the small joys outlast
ephemeral happiness and sorrow.
a smile is what counts
in the days that are and will follow.

and with a little rain and sunshine
innocence is regained,
and like the rainbows and birds
freedom is preordained.

the time to do things is now
the time is live is here
the game goes on...
living then, is without fear!

just a cup

im bored and sleepy,
a haze in front of my eyes.
the words on the screen blur
the mind wanders
i str-e-e-eetch and yawn
and hem and haw and purr.

the sandman weaves his tapestry
of tall grass in the Serengeti
where the zebra's run zig
and the grass blows zag

the lions yawn a wide open mouth
devourer, predator, king of the jungle,
a weary eye cast over the horizon.
an amble, a shuffle, a throw back of the mane

nature casts a social web
and it all comes hazily into focus
as i raise my head, cast a look around
find a cup of tea, waiting for me
and hoo-ha
i'm back in the game!

belong

how do i...
i can't

all i can do
is stand in rapture

in awe
such is blue

the hue of the lake
the mountain in the distance

i wonder..
actually i don't

i feel.
like a sea of blessings has washed over me.

just the goodness
of being in the now...

in rapture
in harmony

maybe all is not well in this world
maybe things are not as they seem

yet in this day
in this hour

the universal
is me.

calm, serene, beautiful
love has no boundaries, they say

neither does your mind.

to belong
to know you are cared for

to embrace
to give all your worries

and admit joy
admit hope

this is power
this is what beauty can do

and who more beautiful...
than you?

desire

a twinkle in the eye
or one in the sky

i look and keep looking
and i see the glimmer

never have i wanted
so much

never have i needed
so much

so very wicked,
so delicious

your skin against mine
your head on my shoulders

the curves
that i want to never find a way out of

the eyes
that i never want to lose sight of

in the fall
you bloom with joy

as colours erupt
and so does your smile

red and golden
and deep brown like your hair

if it isn't love
it's just wonderful

to be in the same room as you
to be on the same planet as you

to have my ring on your right finger
and to have my finger where it touches you the most.

wicked....
and oh so delicious. mmmmmm.

what it means to be the aNarChIst poet?

living loving

breathing liberating

soaking shocking

fighting the bullshyting
ripping the red taping

fraggin the bureaucrating

chilling without killing

eating fleeting
meeting treating

smoking toking
peeking seeking

dancing prancing
dreaming of coupling

un-mingling the single-ing
bitching screaming
defying the standardizing
reforming the prejudicing

joking laughing
smiling gleefully whilst
fucking the corporate biatch!!

why mahashivratri?

for the good of the world
for betterment
for kindness and welfare
for humanity

in your interest
to make the world a better place

such is ideal
such is the reach
such is the adherence

a fasting, not feasting
the world of the Sadashiva!

Sada is always, eternal and timeless
Shiva is welfare, benefactor and carer.

concerned about our welfare,
striving for our gain

absorbing the negative
to negate our pain.

this is my concept
of a God who lives
the personification of ideals

such is his way
such is his might
to be a cause of all destruction
and paradoxically,
spurt creation and delight.

beyond all the religion
and zealotry lies an ideal.
and in pursuing that ideal,
lies our destiny.