The unspeakable

When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and received immediately and perpetually without any delay/space/gap/words because in love mind is the same Heart is the same and One
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only dissolving seasons and landscapes Making worlds transparent Stitching time with patterns of residues
for yoga only
Only yoga converts these stitches to flower fractals gifted to the dance of the wind
The wind that reflects the fractal flowers as clouds that will rain rain
for Satya
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and so I can see you when I want in a shape through which I sense you are watching me but a shape is a concession only
because then you are everywhere if this is to be assigned to a place
because then you are everything if this is to be assigned to a thing
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only but ‘to think’ is not how i can describe such recognition in reality
You is a sparkle landing from a crest to the heart that converts to a white flower that reflects all color as gapless creativity …
You is a dream that makes all a dream inseparable from truth
You is a thought that stops all thought

You is not something to be continued
You is not silence not any stillness could describe
And still
You is all that

The unspeakable



For each of your exhalation
There is a snowflake
Touching her skin
Sprinkling joy to her face
Through the winking
of the eyes
A heavenly smile
illuminates skies
with which you can smell
Smell her
like the universe

Aerial view


for a moment I smile
the crystal flame
of my eye strikes yours
a harmonic partial
preserved in this :
‘for a moment’
A rainbow
hanging there
between the moon and the sun
without a start and an end
beyond the motion
of rivers and clouds
too subtle to touch
too close to capture


You and I

You and I cannot meet yet
As long as we are reduced to a yet
These are kancukas

Our longing shall arise suns
For which I will wake up
and be with you
As two bodies apart
You and I cannot touch again
Should stay so
As long as we are reduced to an again
These are kanchukas
You already knew
I know it now too
Having seen the truth
I may still
miss you
I say

And then again
Scenarios of human ignorance
under the veil of the
Habitual Play of sankoca
and as long as things are So
to a measure of a thing of the mind
You and I will be apart

The last time
in this time
of impurity
Where we have chosen to be
As we have chosen to be
same time
Not randomly
But perfectly
in our chosen body

I will paint skies
as you by my heart
simultaneously make love As such
for the arousal of all
Again and again
by your love I remain

You and I is eternity
We came here the last time
AND I will melt time this time to never
to never sever from you again

Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
you are free of bondage
Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
as Always selfless we stay
in all cities of life
I sense where I should

We are mere reflections
of the last Veda
and the first

The one
The only one
the one that has always been
and cannot be read
by eyes seeing only
gross words

because you and I
my love is the key

One sound
One heart
Never apart


One with the self

Oh only Once

Tuning in …




is this knowledge
All knowledge


Light of the self

not a word
not a breath

to pause for

nor a body
in truth

Has this body
ever been
other than the
lines encapsulating

Shape of
a moment

of an embrace

of this uninterrupted dance

made visible
a while

for which
by which
and as which

We dance


of life!


its immaculate
infinite sided crystal

like the germ of an
ethereal flower

delight of knowledge

Move as if

as if

so these subtleties

by the steering
of your grace


of oneness
of temporality
or of the form of you

like the child

One with the self



the holy sand from holy lands somewhere in the multiverse brought by us accompanied by cows and rainbows as we do yoga sinking golden droplets of sun on horizons to bless and adorn as dawns on lands of parallel universes all of which we watched sitting at a beach on our yoga mats sipping the ambrosia of all tastes resembling a dance of romance of a summer spirit that starts and ends fitting to two marking rays both celebrated by the sun unquestioning but in full awareness of burgeoning of a rhythm of breath driven by grace  we are the players of this video game appearing here and there the travelers of Satya crossing time teaching timelessness.

for a dear friend and an amazing mind endlessly supporting me  – 🙂
Nityam means Always 
title here is inspired by the word  ‘tasyaopalabdhih’   – I read it after writing these words as if the answer universe gave me in one word combining all the above words.  Inspiring and Inspired such are these cows! :)x





Your lines
so true
as if
to circulate
an ethereal dance
that proliferates
to a universe
made of this

Let me touch you
to draw a yoga
of you and I
on a far or near star
an illuminating dot
made of my touch points
like the closing and opening
of your eye

inspired by a drawing of a good friend
spiced with our discussions on liberal polytheism