As the lamp of love
No cloud rains
As the cloud of love
No water flows
As the water of love
No wind blows
As the wind of love
No pleasure is more
Than the pleasure of giving
No return is more golden
Than the return of love
But he who does not know
How to dissolve
Surely he is an unfortunate man.
He who believes in taking only
Surely he is a miser man
How does he know,
What is the pleasure in dismantlement?
Laugh at meIf you are fool
when you seeyour friends and relativesin a dilapidated conditionlike a buildingthe pillars gonesome lost even bonesbent like bambooas if they had hit with stormsloose like sacksack in their tight- less skinonce they might haveappearances like applesor perhaps like grapesnow they are like currantslike you and meonce they might have hopes and dreamssome got a little…
In the name of lifting my standard of writingIn a pattern or in a schemesIn meter and in rhymesIn a particular flow or in a particular rhythmSo vanishes many a poem in the choosing processWhen I went to select the ideas biggestWhen I was told not to writeEverythingWhat gyrating or churning in my peculiar mindWhat…
Can not be builtIt is valueless, tooIf it is rooflessWithout proofAn allegation isLike a house bothBaseless and roofless
But life is not thereUntil you are capable being wildNo poet is bornUntil a wilderness is found in a poemThis wilderness makes a song a true songA dance an actual danceWithout wilderness in loveLife does not get freedomAnd without freedom in loveNo life at allAll rules and retractions are nothing but a boundaryLimiting your life,…
The sound you make could be either a tune greatOr a dull noise with the push or pull by your fingerThe choice is yours and the ball is in your courtIf love is an inexplicable enigmatic floating cloudThen the space in which it plays is your chestThe color you make could be either black or…
