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You were my altar! About your ears I recited my prayers, my waking prayers in my soul by the contemplation of the beauty of your magnificent lips, the esoteric contours of your body and my spirit wanted to hear the songs that emerged from your mouth, delicate whispers aroused by my whispers in your ears.

You were my altar and I wanted to enter your temple, go beyond the veils that hid your mystical sensuality and behold thee naked, revealed before my eyes. My mouth wanted to reach the honey of your ******* and sweeten all my judgments.

You were my altar, and my lips constantly wanted the wine in your mouth, revealing in my mind the secrets of the Divine that dwells in you.

You were my altar and on you I recited my songs, my sutras and litanies written in the siddur of my soul.

You were my altar, my esoteric Garden, and your Lotus was my heavenly song, the Bhagavad-Gita of my heart. I was your Arjuna and you was my Krishna ... ".
Dipankara Vedas on the altar of the Sacred Feminine Femilinidade to Esotérika - The Poetry Of Awakening.
K Balachandran Apr 2016
At a table set for two,
        in a quiet corner,
they sit across;
       an emotional sun
sets acrimoniously
       behind them.
She goes on munching
     something in silence,
never once lifting her face,
    to make the picture perfect.

He sits there, like dumbstruck
    not a single moment
taking eyes off her pretty face,
    as if, she'd vanish if he does.

Entwined in a
      mutually absorbing deliquescence?
Or each one beyond
     the reach of other's mind?

Over a cup of coffee
    going  too cold, to drink now
an intrusive character
     idling on the table next
staring  alternatively at both
        inanely wonder:
"The beginning or the end?"
K Balachandran Apr 2016
"Sky!"
"Why?"
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Human brain, intellect, knowledge, wisdom, logic etc has limits.
Transcendence is a  channel available to experience the incognizable.
Raindrops Mar 2016
There are many mysteries here on earth
Even the earth is a mystery itself since birth
There are many questions in my mind
To which I do not know where to find

Unexplainable things that puzzled me.
Leaving me alone in the middle of the sea.
Letting me drown in deep curiosity,
Things that can't unravel even by a witty.
KL Taguiam Jan 2016
There are so many things I know,
but you are an exception.
Darling, reading you is as difficult
as forgetting...

You are a repository of enigma.
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