Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Renewed in Yantra

Before in a way, I’ve been dying to be reinvented
But I’ll settle and wait in the hedged maze
Because the real cause is living for a miraculous effect

As I open my heart towards the sky,
A lark locks with my eyes
And I know one day soon
The End Game —

Out of the park,
I’ll vanish from this borrowed time
Like a blink of an eye
Sifted through a sieve of light
By the archiver — the keeper of light
Merciful Hara,
Will come racing like a true knight
Behold his holiness,
I sip through his eyes the nectar
To be spun into a love design
And merge back into Bindu


The Voyeur Poem 2.

Vamp Vera

Care, I don’t?
Oh, Vera…Vera…
How to adore you?
This tease is intangible.
You tell and I obey.
From miles away,
Shot and lit on a screen of lust; that is beguiling and fleeting.

Owe and Own…What is the difference now?
Vera, you have parted the turbulent waves, in my exhausted mind; that wrestles in dismay.

Your voice, a siren, a wavelength to vamp on my heart.
Will you colour up your words in tones of lacy blue or vivid velvety red?
from what I gave.
Oh, how I misbehaved.
Vera…Vera a mantra you have become.



Poem by: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.                                    Art by: James Nares and Mark Rothko