Pursuit of Being (A poem)

Let me play with my fanciful pursuit,
The pursuit that is aimless like a thought.
Let this thought grow in the wilderness of soft dreams
This is a night lingering like a dream
When the dawn breaks I shall cease to live
So let me live till this night lives
And open up the skies for my dream
Up in the darkly expanse of joyful wonder
In the brightness of stars I see you
I will keep on dreaming with an aim
To reach you to see you with all my being
To loose myself in your eternal spirit

Only If You Come…(A poem)

How fortunate were those sacred eyes,

When of eternal light the obedient had a glimpse

Only if you someday put on the attire of matter

And touch this mortal ground only for once

For that would be much better

For my heart, yearning so long, O Providence!

To put its stained head at your divine feet

And lick the dust of its existence

And that moment the gray thoughts shall meet

Their end and no more look back for retreat

And I could see the deep grimace

Wretch those proud visages of heretics;

Suffice it will, if only the pumpkin face

Of that midnight’s child which oddly pricks

And the dreams of blind hearts break

But if that way you really may come

Stripped right away will be everything fake

And I won’t be what I am

And nothing else, not even this mortal kingdom.