and finally -Love

love was never meant to be a poem
for love was above words , a fleeing bird
love can wait, first let me know life

getting to know life takes a lifetime
tasting life was humbling
life rubs you down , changes perceptions

and then you understand that
its all about love
love and life - is one

to love is when you discover
that a God lives in you
multiple limbed, peaceful stone divinity

love helps you reach spritual heights
no sadhu ever thought of
love cleanses your heart , makes a better you

love is no emotion
love is the quiet strenght
love is a giver,

to be loved is a lesser gift
the true treasure is to learn how to love
its a reward and an end

love is a journey within
love is a struggle
and love is a revealation

love teaches you life
and you are happy when your loved ones are too
love humbles you, love teaches you selflessness

love ? what do you gain
true love will gain you a truer self
true love exudes a beauty that difficult to conceal

loose everything to love
and you stand to gain happiness
and a life that is worth

a poem for you life

and finally i fall in love with you
life.
iam all sweet surrender .
This morning i listened to a hindu bhajan
in a telungu
i didn't catch the words but the tone
was an ode to life
the rising and falling of the raagas
and i sang it in heart for you
in the language of a sacred hymn
life.
cant have enough of you
you have spun this web around me
silken and complete
and i am content to be your prisoner
drink me in, life
let me live till iam drained

a world in my belly

being pregnant
is carrying a watr bag in your belly
a blue earth water logged
inside you.
and like the infant
who escapes the water womb
tommorow i will have to puncture a hole
out of the earth into another round thing
and after that another round safer haven
a neverending journey
from one circle to another
leaving one home
bursting this bubble
only to enter another
but iam not complaining
blue delicate bubbles
nurturing and mystical await me
the colours diminishing
fading
pointing to a transluscent state
from red hues to blues
to snowy hues of clouds
and we breaking out of one watery state
into another state of matter
there is no easy escape
malleable us, entering one door
and exiting another
temporary spaces -this world

i nearly lost my url

i nearly lost my url
itsmayahere.blogspot.com
iam writing different things
so far away from starry nights,
summer nights, grasshoppers
far removed from poetry
i write about enginnering software
every morning when i drive to work
at the corner before the second traffic light
i catch a brief glimpse of a patch of bromstick blooms
i dont know what they are called
but its the grass that they make brooms with
but they are so perfect when they stand in the sun
not meshed together in a corner of your room
their softness melting me a little
and i dream of writing poetry
that used to come so easily
without effeort from my fingertips
imagine the songs that flow
without sound , straight from my soul
anyway every even as we turn the corner
the bromstick flowers corner
my fingers dry,my song unsung
for months its been like that
could never weave a song for the broomstick flowers
but tonight the song flows out of my heart
and my hands are heavy with words
once more
and i can dance on the keyboard again
and what about the broomstick flowers's special song
you ask
and i will say sheeh for now
its enough to let the music flow