Pine

Summer pines

For the morning bird

curls let loose

Written for Haiku heights

The song of Anjaan Peer - Dance

What am I doing 

men and women , 

boys in mere loin cloth ask me

Ask the cloud I say 

it is white and full of wisdom

For it moves not on the will of its own 

For it pours rain not on the will of its own

I am the cloud ....so I dance

being not  of my own 

Why do I dance 

men and women

boys in mere loin cloth ask me

Their eyes are full of wonder

Ask the wave .. I say

It goes up and goes down 

For the ocean  is filled with wave and the wave is filled by  the ocean 

For who fills the ocean  also makes the waves

I am the wave ....so I hold peace

in my bosom and in my womb

is my being .. not of my own 

Why do I hold peace

men and women 

boys in mere  loin cloth ask me

Their mouths are open and their look up towards the sky

Ask the tree I say 

For the tree holds the food for its young

and water for its newborn 

For it holds dreams for the earth ....and life for the cattle

not a claim is claimed.. not a voice is heard

in my dwelling ...in my home...peace

is the being .... out of my own 

what else can I do  I ask myself ?

as I settle down by the tea pot

to behold peace ... to be a tree.. to dance .. to be a wave ...

to hold dreams for the earth ... and life for the living..

to be a boy with only a loin cloth ..and to fill the eyes with wonder as they live..

To long for you my  Maula....

is no less human ...

For you to reach out to...

is no less divine...

Mask

the masked

are  many - The one who 

peels bleeds ..bliss




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the mask is 
felt as seasons play
rain drops wait






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make me a
man out of nothing
tear my mask


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People are
only a mask apart
sworn by skin

Written for haiku heights

prompt mask

Song of Anjaan Peer : Ecstasy

Is it a journey.....

into a land of no land

no time...

no space..

I am no longer aware....

not that I  choose to be so ..

what is being unaware..

when you are every where.

Out of me... and inside.

with in and with out..

Is it foolish then....

to yearn for you 

in the form .....

of the spoken word

or the sound of the breath

or even silence..

as I walk...

this journey.....in solitude

I find.... my self 

searching for that one ....east

where I  shall find the sun rising...

or that .. one ...whisper from the bosom of mountains

make me awake....

I am devoid of directions....

and in this being.... I become

a Darvesh....

St 1. questions.

..

St 2. expanding awareness. 

St 3 yearning for physical manifestation.....aum/prana/mauna.

St.4....the search..

St a 5...the simplicity of becoming.....

the last word..... the being

around a cool corner

Here .... I touch ...you  ...
the....moist.. earth......no its not ...
actually its feels... like a stone .....
life less.....motion less and time less.....all of which
is not me.......
You tell me......its all over....and give it back ......the kiss
for the life in ur hand......and you dont talk.... you dont cry...you dont allow me to...
either.....


I begin to close my eyes.... and hold the cold palms on my face to wipe
the sweat......of fear.... of loosing you....for ever....
Thats the moment......I know...again... that  love is true
I know that to loose you.......is no fiction....
its real......
the rock speaks.... the truth and only the truth... and in nights of may some ...


.stones arent supposed to be cool


Strangers... we were... and 
in tru love strangers we became......

The song of Anjaan Peer - I miss you

May be .. it is ... the wine  

Truth is intoxicating too

And so is your love

as I move from the mundane

come along ...o .my beloved....in real...as

I walk......your life  ....and breathe ......your wisdom

O my maula

why  come into a life

as a dream...... be real.... be a vision...

in flesh and bones, in  sweat and in breath
Should I  wait for you to come .. into  my life.. when 

I know I am the one ....in your bosom...

sacred and mystic........you keep me alive....and  so I live

why  pick a fight

that you have no desire to endure

why  loose a fight

that you have already won

What do I say to you ... I wonder

In my stillness you stay...... as the silence

In my wonder you remain as.......the present

Why you had to go?

and where did you go?

I grow old by the hour....yet

the times of my life appear frozen

and framed ...the leaf that fell

and the butterfly that flapped.... its wings

were real........indeed  the timeless waves reach out...

Restless... I am ....in my sleep ... you are the relentlessness.. of my dream

O my maula

to which world you dissappeared

and from which world you came...will I ever know ?

I dont know ...and I dont even care for it sometimes

The world... this one ... or that .... or any other 

are all replete....just with a few moments of togetherness

just as ....a full moon caught ....... in a mirror

anointed..... untouched

Anjaan Peer = Unknown mystic....

Hour

by the hour

the girl calls- tears in

her own  earth

her own earth

dampness scorched -clay feet

she knows not

she knows not

the night and the day

darkness stays

darkness stays

dreams  run down bruised cheeks

yet she smiles

yet she smiles

yet  she plays  the swing 

time of life


written for haiku heights
Prompt :Hour