The New Age

To go out of your own need, 

The need you owe to have in life

Or the need owning you,

To distinguish from the other

As to know who is right

Is not love. 

It does though inspire

On how to understand

Life of one as part of life of the other;

Life together 

belongs to whoever owns more needs.

Blessed is the one

Who is loved by the other

when Self love gets scarce!

When we meet our eyes, 

I remember the dew drops of Indra's net,

Shining the intricate dance of each other;

Do you see your own reflection?

Can i see his lightbody

In my eyes

That I see in his eyes

In our vision

Of the moment,

Sealed by the butterfly effect

And a drop of passion for drama,

As demanded by the era.

Oh, darling,

Look how we're still dancing on rock and roll... 

While cancel culture

Is the counter culture

And modern means to get skinned off

Of all ideologies, 

Burn the trends

For the newer trends.

How rebellious! 

To digg for gold,

To melt it all

And bejewel your world, 

To pour in the cracks

And fix broken cups.

The matters of the demon yuga

Have a few blinks of light, 

While sinking in the density

Of physical fascination.

Like those memories of the summer of love

Shots of exalted moments...

With laughter attached

And water...

There is always some water body

In the background of a love story

That held romanticism dear. 

We're descending

Consciously and lightly, 

Holding a musical wave

And a rose perfume, 

Masked, borderlined, 

With personalized hats, 

Covered in our pleasures 

And sins 

Than again the pleasures of sins... 

We wanted to be heroes! 

Not free. Nor zen. 

We would declare. 

Unknowing we are the messengers of the dawn.