The Lane of Love

Poetry by Kabir (Indian Mystic) 2/3/2018 narrow is the lane of love Love’s not grown in gardens;Love’s not sold at market.He who wants it, king or commoner,gives his head and takes it. Studying great books many have diednone ever becomes learned.Two letters and a half in love,who studies them is learning. Narrow is the lane…

Master Touchstone

Master TouchStone Come,outsmart the world again!you have done this before….and before….and before.The brilliant power of your mindwill cut through anythingthat stands on your way- But beware-never cross the Road of the Fool;he is Touchstone.(even Shakespeare knew it.)Changing colours in the tidal waves of Eternity…he will dancehe will singhe will mesmerizelaugh, scream, jumpand become the mirroreven…

Into Ashes

Into Ashes into ashes better not to ask any question-there is no answer….. something was lost by the roadside;searching…. searching… searching frantically- tired, I returned hometo discover itjust by the bedside.how?there is no answer…. love left my sidein the security zonecrying… crying…. crying madly-blinded, I stepped into hellfireonly to discover lovewelcoming me with open arms.…