Black God

Cornered by logic
Held in emotional tangles
I stare into space
For a solution to my thoughts

I watch in awe
This expanding space
From corner to corner
Beyond me to imagine

Lit by small lamps
and never ending size
I can only state it
And never really hold it

This observation done
I close my eyes
And feel such a relief
To see my walls disappear

Who can hold me now
Where is culture and religion
No more petty politics
I have found my God

I am free
I am Sat Chit Ananda*!

Sat - Existence
Chit - Consciousness
Ananda - Bliss of Knowledge

Ravana

Holding hands in the dark
Waiting for his eyes to open
To notice the love and want
And to share with her this pleasure

She runs her fingers through his hair
and pulls her face close to his
Breathing in as he exhales
and wanting to kiss his lips

She prays for this moment to last
and imagines he was like the mighty Ravana*
For she would have ten lips to kiss
Unlike Ramas one single kiss

How would it feel to experience
The passion of one man in ten forms
To the one kiss of the Lord~
who was dedicated to only One?

He opens his eyes to see
Her eyes lost in thought
Wondering if she wanted him
He pulls her lips to his...

*Ravana - the 10 headed villain of the Ramayana
~Lord - here Rama, the incarnation of Lord Vishnu who was dedicated to his one wife Sita

I had read a collection of rural songs a few years back which was about a womans wish that her lover was like Ravana. I was just thinking about it and thought I'd try my version of it.

Where to begin

Where did this start
in the womb or in my mind
Where am I headed
to my goal or the devil

What do I know
I question today
Only to fall short
for more words

This journey I take
with no choice or will
I live to achieve something
To call it Destiny - is an escape

I move on..