Zen.
Look.
Brush.
Touch.
Vibrations.
Mind creating symphony.
Heart creating rhythm.
Lips creating melody.
Music playing.
Body swaying.
We blowing,
blowing away
to come back
into each other.
© Kumar Gautam
Poems are my first hand emotions. The molten lava within me that overflows with tectonic shift of time, I just scribble and present it before you. Poems are the first tool that taught me to express and that too without any prejudice or bias. I have promised myself to continue with it throughout my life.
Our love may look an illusion today
but it was no less than a miracle
that you left to die.
Still I will not chase you.
It would be disrespecting our love.
Our love empowers me
to wait
until we rediscover magic again,
until we parch enough
to find love in ourselves
this life time
or
as earth or water or fire or air or space
in another life time
to live as particle or die as vapour
loving forever.
© Kumar Gautam
Photo: Tim Williams
Culture Love, cultivate love.
Harvest love, distribute love.
In your own world of love
invest in emotions,
feelings,
flight.
Forget
the plight, the brain, the mind.
Smile in love, cry in love.
Attachment, power, pride
give away the worldly delights.
© Kumar Gautam
Ludicrous it may sound now,
but it was me who wanted to live and die with you.
Today the reality is different.
It’s time to accept;
I failed as a lover,
we failed as lovers.
Love rarely dies a natural death,
what is left with us is residual love.
The love we had for each other has zombified
and we are keeping a blind eye to it.
Our lives are going nowhere.
We are not we,
our feelings have died open-eyed.
It’s hard to believe that once upon a time
we loved each other.
May be our foundations were weak
built on momentary emotions and attachments.
Let’s help each other.
Let’s not hold ourselves back from growing.
Before our love becomes diseased
stinky
toxic
abusive
mutates to become cancerous
and eats us out.
Let’s cleanse ourselves
and adieu goodbye.
Else we will live in lingering pain
keep on shaming love
cursing love
hating love
become villains of love
even though love gave us few best moments in life
and it is love that can excavate the pain from us.
© Kumar Gautam