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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