The flotsam and jetsam
No concept of Eternity
Fertilizer – forget them
They are history
Time does not care
For Mediocrity
Strip her bare
Conquer History
My name, my name
There is the Victory
The eternal flame
I am History.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
It is easy to think (talk to yourself), be part of the herd
To stop thinking, to let Subconscious take over, that is hard
“Thinking, thinking this, thinking that, thinking fills up the slots
Thinking, thinking moves me forward, thinking joins up the dots
Thinking is safe and secure, thinking is warm and comfortable
Thinking keeps the beast at bay, deep in the darkest jungle
Without thinking I do not exist, my heart will stop without thinking
Slipping sliding, treading water, without thinking I would start sinking”
You may think that you are thinking, but your ‘thinking’
Slows down, clogs up, obstructs the Subconscious
The endless chatter, the mindless natter, the pointless patter
Hold thought and observe –- the only things that matter
To stop thinking -– most people will not even understand
So simple, here and now, let go, hold, be in command
Do not strain to actually stop thinking
Fully aware try to put thought on Hold
Hold your thought the way you hold your breath
Hold the meaning of life, let go of mindless death
Be alone (not lonely), silence the only sound
Watch yourself, in relation, to all around
Einstein did not waste his time thinking
He saw himself riding a beam of light
Stay aside, give free rein, enjoy the ride
Subconscious is like lightning, it is Light
Hold conscious thought, as a mirror
Watch Subconscious, see yourself shine
Kings (of banking, industry, military) do not have a clue
Hold thought and observe -– no one compares with You
You have a treasure beyond measure, nothing less
If it is voiceless, if it is choiceless, it is priceless
Be rich beyond your wildest dreams, not the poorest of the poor
Do not think –- subconsciously ALL thought will be yours.
(c) Satori Publishing,2013.
The eye that sees all
But to Self is blind —
Hold your Thought
The way you
Hold your breath
Watch your mind
Watching all
Being watched:
The Eye that watches itSelf
As it sees all.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
When every nerve is
Screaming for you to stop
Just remember this
A flop? Or cream of the crop?
Bite the bullet
First or last breath
Fight the limit
Your life – or death!
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
In the bathroom
In the bedroom
In my room
Private …
I create, I write
A product, a market
A customer – take it
To your room
Private ….
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Be an Artist
Be a god
Create your own world
Create your own creatures
Be a god
Be an Artist.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
You have a voice that expresses the way I feel
You have a voice like the laying on of hands that heal
Lata, please, help me, help me forget
The girl I never should have met;
I’ve had her but I cannot have her
She’s my life but I have to live without her
I love her with an obsession
She will never be my possession.
Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.
So much melody pouring out from such a small chalice
Only God could have blessed you with such a voice …
Once upon a time we made love to your songs of joy
We sang along, we swore nothing would our love destroy;
Those days have gone as if they had never been
Sweet nothings I whispered have turned into a silent scream
She pierced the heart I had given her and left me to bleed
Blessed angel, sing and comfort me in my hour of need.
Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.
I am gripped by emotions I cannot understand
I am torn by forces I cannot comprehend
She said if she married me her parents would die
What about me? … I have a lifetime to cry;
The path of love is covered with flowers and blood, flowers and blood
The path of love is littered with corpses who drowned in the flood
Oh, Lata, please, pour your nectar into my ears
Help me, help me before I drown in my own tears.
Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Rosemeen, why are you in England?
What are you doing here?
This is not your soil or your land
Your roots are in Kashmir;
Your skin reminds me of those snow-capped mountains
Your voice reminds me of those singing silver streams
Your eyes remind me of those deep valleys and misty plains
Your lips remind me that your kisses are more than just dreams.
Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.
Imagine a body that makes every organ thirst
Imagine angels singing a melody so divine
Imagine a face that makes your heart burst
Imagine a rose that’s been watered with wine;
If I could bottle your perfume
I would be a millionaire overnight
If I could plant you in my room
I would love you day and night.
Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.
There’s not a pear in the world
That has curves like your hips
There’s not a rose in the world
That’s as red as your lips;
There’s a ‘heaven on Earth’ just for you
Go back to Kashmir before you get hurt
I will be waiting there to pick you
And wear you next to my heart.
Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
When all the birds have flown
When the sun has gone down
When the stars begin to dot the skies
Then I’ll turn on the love-light in your eyes
I’ll plug into you with my power-source
I’ll generate ecstasy with a tender force
Come to me in the darkest hour of the night
And I’ll spark a flame that burns so bright.
The instruments of love
Played with a push and shove
They sound like a heavenly choir
Making love on a live-wire
Move with me to the rhythm of a tabla drum
Move like a sitar-string when it begins to hum
Come to me in the silent hours of the night
And I’ll make music with your body so hot and tight.
Your favourite food is laid out in bed
Both your mouths will be fully fed
I have the recipes that never fail to please
I have the utensils that pump and squeeze
Roast me slow and steady in your oven
Ah, where does your body end and mine begin?
Come to me in the hungry hours of the night
And I’ll serve you a dish of sweet delight.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Put some music on, babe, before you take your clothes off
Undress slow and sensuous on love’s behalf
One by one the secrets of your body reveal
The music will mirror the way I feel …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.
The sacred moment of entry is sheer bliss
My hot flesh seems to enter your ocean with a hiss
Instead of cooling me down you turn on the heat
I’m going to melt where our hearts and souls meet …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.
Rafi’s voice poured out smooth as your hive
Through hoops of fleshy fire I love to dive
Each time you take a breath
I push deeper into your depth …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.
And as we slowly moved at full pelt
Rafi’s voice sounded the way our bodies felt
Rafi s voice is immortal
Our love will be eternal …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
This is the last song
I’ll ever write about you
This is the last song
I’ll ever dedicate to you
This is the last song
I’ll ever sing for you
This is the last song
In loving memory of you.
The pools of your almond eyes
Where the love-light flowed over the brim
The ocean of lava between your thighs
Where I always loved to swim
Our limbs were wings that flew the skies
Our bodies felt like a pagan pilgrim
All our prayers were said with heartfelt sighs
I worshipped at your holy place deep within.
This is the last song
I’ll ever write about you
This is the last song
I’ll ever dedicate to you
This is the last song
I’ll ever sing for you
This is the last song
In loving memory of you.
Sugar was like salt compared to your kiss
So sweet that no words can tell
Your hips had a path leading to bliss
So narrow that love died if it fell
But I went up that path as easy as this
You said no-one else could do it half as well
But now … oh, it is torture to reminisce
Farewell, my sweet love, farewell.
This is the last song
I’ll ever write about you
This is the last song
I’ll ever dedicate to you
This is the last song
I’ll ever sing for you
This is the last song
In loving memory of you.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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