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It’s when what you need And I do not have, don’t match Then it’s time for love… © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

India you have ravished me You have brought me to nought Purged me, cleansed me In the fires of your ghazals Drifting ecstatically across The funeral pyres of my heart. I’ve sat in loneliness long enough Orphaned from the joys of life Stealing a grain of your Jaggery I’ve recovered the sweetness of life Surrendering to the richness Of your ancient lands. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Open ancient dimensions Spaciousness within emptiness Recalibrate the mind Bridging synapses of Compassion and gratitude Cultivate inner peace Harmony of opposites Release harbored tensions Focus the pain Breathe its presence Exhale mental suffering Disband fearful limitations Free to wander The wild plains Souls true home © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Hunt down your limitations Go through them Surrender them Experience them Put space around your beliefs Move beyond personal thresholds Breathe in new frontiers Find inner spaciousness © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved

Transitory pain Caught between the old and new This liminal space © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

My offerings of love towards God Are a putrid stench of puss If I’m unwilling and hesitant to Express love to a human being In the way that is required For them to heal and grow. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

The rainmaker comes Like nature, all starts again Give in to the storm © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

You said you have died I died the day you told me Winter came early © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.

Burying my pain Paranoia erupting I need to escape © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.

Iconography I see symbols everywhere What lies behind them? © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.