They are all my Teachers

The moon,

the stars and sand.

they are all my teachers ....

and the dancing lights on the water too.

And her

Whose face was not her face

But a glimpse of the Divine

And mine was dust.

Her smile brought the dust to life

And now

There are colors

The blues and the reds

And the dust is no more

But fragrance

Which floats in love

And looses itself in colors.

The Reds,

The Blues,

The Yellows,

and Greens

They are all my teachers,

And you too...

What do I know of Love....

I talk of Love.

He says, “what do you know of Love?”

It’s insanity,

It’s Pain,

How it cuts through your soul?

How it burns..

What do I know of Love...

Explosions,

in my heart,

Then, silence.

Tears.

I have seen a glimpse of love,

And have witnessed it’s insanity.

Why do I cry? Oh God, Why…?

He speaks of your Love.

But the love of your creation alone,

has driven me,

to madness.

What do I know, of your Love...

There it goes,

Taxiing down the runway.

And here, I stand,

with my pieces all around me.

my drunken heart,

my numb senses.

What are these at my feet?

Shattered glass?

I must try to put them back together,

From where should I start?

Where should I start?

The lonely bench,

in the morning fog.

The weeping flowers.

My wailing heart.

Why do they all cry?

Why?

Do they also know,

of love?

(4 Jan 05)