Why a Poem?

A poem speaks when words limit,
when soul overflows,mind stills,
moments of gurkirpa,lords divine will-
when Guru himself fills elixir,moorakh drinks.

yellow sun-flower bright
bee stung by nectar,flower latched to light
need feeds - winds kite.

Flower petals sailin' on waves
fickle,fresh,flowing - without ways.

i breathe deep watching flute of youth played,
petal sinks - trumpetting carvan withdraws to shade.

A flower petal salin' on waves
dry, dead, demarked by wrinkles - breaks.

(Eternal tale of youth to senility
Ode to marvel of life - i pay.)

Is it true!
that all i see is fluke
a joke cosmic,
a tree without a root... . .

(captured moments of doubt,
nihist in me blaring loud)

(Reply to Harsh's post)

Spiderman oh my Spiderman!
Spider spins a yarn, with a skill that only he can,
Gets caught into it, entangled in his own plan.


I ask ye, is LOVE a exclusive bond,
Shouldnst heart be deep as a ocean as vast as land,
Perfect matches are illusion, imperfections have beauty grand.