Romantic matter


To wait for soul mates is a paradox
why not create them, from
the art of communication?
or from resolve of commitment?

that which takes a lifetime to perfect
until we say so easily

“tell me dearest one, how can
you have reached so far
inside my heart?”

what if you find your soul mate
at the wrong time, is it then
bad timing or will you let
life teach you the lessons of love?

with grace and tenderness
the amazement of friendship
the sanctuary of romance
are beautiful at any age

do we make space for them?
I’ll be lucky if I know how

to create space for intimacy in my life
adversity might bring me closer
to you, my ever loveliest companion

so I shall not despair, when I am
alone, you are nearest
when I am busy, will you wait for me?

You who make me feel unhinged
taking me apart to put me
together once again, no
that is too youthful, I seek
the harmony that outlives change.


“Before I met you, my life ran on sheer amusement.
After I met you, my life ran on sheer compassion.”
~ Heenashree Khandelwal

To the lovely couple

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
~ Rabindranath Tagore


During our love, houses were completed
spiritual homes where you
rebuilt my foundations

idealistic comforts that
somehow I had forgotten
among the gardens, listing
the essential spiritual pleasure
that had no country to root for

but accepted all beings
During our love, we felt
a peace where we were completed

finally, irrevocably, whole
as if lost forever previously
our touch was that mutual
sensation of shared mysticism
the chime of fortitude

and unity so foreign to our
previous human experience
you and I were still like

strange visions to behold
universal love, at just
the right temperature.

I passed you in a dream, your smile was enlightenment

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.”
― John Donne


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What’s this? This is an old toolkit
filled with empathy, sensitivity
and voices from a diary of dreams

it’s the look, from a forgotten
ancient past love, advice
that drives us to the meeting place
that is invisible, which we
cannot touch, so take then

the golden wreaths for us
who have suffered beneath
the same sun, our hearts require

warmth to exist, spiritual love
that can carry us further
not into reality, but into the dream
which all lives slowly move
Love, is also that which

survives all ruins, downfalls, disgraces
the bread and butter of our soul’s
giving honey back to the source
I want to stand once more

In my first love, it was for God
I remember at seven, the whispers
since then the whole world

has been asking God to be quiet in me
but how can she? she’s in my nature
I want once more that longing
not for a person, a place, things
but for an experience of such

tremendous humility and unity
we never see life again the same.