CREATION MOMENT

When the eye is closed
It is dark all around.
On the flower bed
You and I are invisible.
Apart from the skin there 
are two naga naguni .
Expect 'phan phan' roar of
snakes nothing is heard.

The darkness of the silent
night covered by wings.
You love to stay in soft dark
being naked. My body
trembles in unknown cold.
You slowly raise your hand
and open the veil of the soul.
The excited heat of your
body warms my body.
Black lotus of hundred petals
blooms on your body in the
attraction of the blind sun !

Adding body to body 
in nagakeli bondage 
you give me a close hug.
Fill my body with heat.
In your fragrant breath
the body and mind are
thrilled and lost in its
attraction. I know my 
own identity slowly
disappeared in this dark.

The sound of your anklets
and bracelets when alert, 
I see my tired body falls
on the unscheduled bed
like matting nag tie up.

I don't know why in the dark 
it seems to me two red pale
eyes are burning like lit
flames as ready to swallow
food like a fan snake !

Looks out the window-
A flowering kadamba tree
stands like a yogi, as the
image of unconscious
consciousness. " where
many bathing dresses
of women hang on its
branches.

Know, inside the darkness
the creation of all goes on.
The first " Omkar" wave of
creation is heard. It is
indestructible, immortal.
In the absence of light
the nectar is transmitted.

I don't know, the mentality of
finding something in the dark
why makes you so dreamy ? 
You look for possibility of
creating, bring the buds
from the kadamba flower,
sow all around you.

The darkness becomes
darker, the light of the soul
shows the path of travel,
whose other name is life.
This " creation journey" 
remains in the dark forever.
Knowing that darkness 
is the last address 
of life and death.

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