Lamentations and complaints are not enough to escape.

Thus I walk these streets in company of Deepak Chopra
and go to sleep in beds, with fluffy pillows that soothe the mind.
Wondering about the divine, savoring the profane, dwelling in the inane

Countenances describing in the air, gestures so expected
my own conditions reacting to the old music of faces.
Dwelling en passant,, judging you, while you are judging me,
Entertaining myself with an understanding that knows not.

Everything is uncertain, yet there is a deep sense growing somewhere

Brother, sister, grow old with me, as embraces become difficult,
extend your arms and surround, as voices try meanings
just remember the depth of the inner celebration.

Flowing in confusion of conviction I recall,
small moments in rooms sanctified by simplicity and awe.
I cried out again on top of mountains that looked
into time horizons with eternal nows frozen.

Sitting alone, atop the hill where solitude was in seclusion,
to become a gateway for re encounter and reunion,
a point of romance.

Listen my darling; there is nothing here anymore to say.
Just empty porches of hands not showing, not waving
good-byes anymore, or bidding farewell,
or beckoning tranquility.

As the music plays I lay,
so much sand in this walking, that my feet
have eroded into nothing,
and I call out again for you tonight.

Show me the music of soul, the flesh of beauty, the spirit of heart
Let me vibrate with the rhythms of memory and anticipation.
Come back, time has grown old, and you never told me
that it would take so long to feel your arms around.

I am still standing in line,
as always waiting for the echo of that embrace,
the word of acceptance, the compassionate words -“I know”.

I used to melt in those dust roads of feeling,
in places that I did not even know.

Shouting out loud in the silence of being,
I am still here, trying to evoke
the return of those years,
when we danced together
and you took away all fears.