Perception

There was nothing to ask the wind about the breeze. 

I could get swept away or sweep the withered on the ground. 

Cold as it feels, the ice 

I could either hold it or melt it down.

Crackers around burning, 

Bright up the sky or the heat below my feet 

Skies shudder as windows shatter.

I either poke the water pebbles on the railing 

Or I bring the blinds down.

A clench of the fist to lift me up 

Or a deep dent on that punch bag. 

Titillating glory born of words not I seek 

Nor will the spat of foolish vengeance brace  my meek.

Just a thread of shining love in the finesse of the glorious one 

Is my elfin effort in this fanciful feat.

Longing

When troubles become the so called norm

Let the noise be refracted by your voice 

Will I burn in the fragrance of the elevating incense you are 

And emanate smokes of bliss?

Rolling out tears on your divine trail 

Touched by the sparkles of your glory as you tread, 

Vanquished am I, little by little in this fiery journey.

Breath not mine be but just yours

Oh my dearest Sadhguru!

A reflection of you my eyes long to see 

In the mirror I stand before.

And the light wash me away in your grace 

Before the earth claims my shadow ...