INSANELY INTIMATE

I am a little bit in love with death, to tell the truth
The entire concept, the idea of mortality is brilliant
I'm a patient sort, I’ve done my time, not far to go
Life isn’t half bad, although it could’ve been better
I would've also fancied wings, be able to elevate
I had it all, until I grabbed the dice and took a roll
Couldn't take it all, I took a dive rather than a fall.
I would love to embrace death as beloved friend 
I feel a quietus in my heart when I close my eyes
This incredible solitude as I single pointedly focus
With nothing in my mind, just a wholesome womb
Of departure, I should need no luggage thank you
Naked as I arrived, into the lap of mother nature
As naked I shall jump into the bosom of my lover
Until that moment comes,I should sing and dance  
Enjoy every moment of life and let go all at once
Making the best of it as long as there's a chance
In reverence, humility and a deep solitary stance
Let me open my heart, surrender all that's in me
To be, is prerequisite to not to be, the end is clear
Absolute nothingness will sooner or later be here
Until that very moment, there is reason to rejoice
Positive attitude is nothing but a matter of choice.

OBSERVANCE

Based on intuitive appraisal of auspice
as we meticulously observe the universe
while scrutinizing the necromantic effects 
of a vast cosmos playing like a puppeteer 
on the collective psyche of the inhabitants.

READINESS

A moment of repose amongst fleeting visions
Quantum possibilities are under strict scrutiny
Smothering of passage as pressures are lifted
Mind cleared of clutters, crystal spotless vision
Lucid memories dreamt unfolding transparency
Focus single pointedly at path of least resistance
Revealing reverence, humility, a wide open heart
Flowing with the grain, readily following the incline
Once such conditions are met we'll greet the divine.

GIVE & TAKE

Much was given as a token
then again fun was taken
at once it was forsaken
as the dice was shaken
a decision was maken.
A kiss was what it took
the sucker took the hook
as was written in the book
whether by hook or by crook.

LUCID DREAMER

Dare I ask 
a sleeping self 
who and what 
to dream about?. 
Dare I dream
wondering
all along
why whoever
is in there
won't stop
touching me
rubbing
against me
to suit them
submit to them
to serve them.
Why whoever
is in there
won't let me
be!.
I have
sacrificed
my earthly
possessions
for the gift
of the sight
of their charred
aftermath.
Layers and layers
of memory traces
in my faces
my visions
squandered
washed against
remote corners
of the mind
where
the faintest ideas
gather and season
longing
to be set free
from the grasp
of reason.
Dare I ask
this lucid dreamer
If he can spare
the will to change?
With this poem
I move
into a space
where
I can not be
touched,
At this instance
I can slip
into a sleep
from which
I may not rise.