What am I,
The body,
The mind,
Or something which
I havent touched,

Till when will I be like this,
Something within me says,
This is not it,
You have to experience me yet,

Oh beloved,
You are the only one who
can take me there,
To that twilight zone where
everything comes to start and end.

Shambho

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Breath

As I watch the perptual
play of breath,
The mind becomes distant,
The body becomes distant,
He appears,
I try to hold him,
Then mind appears,
And body holds me,
I loose sight of him,
Oh shambho,
When will I hold you.

Shambho

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Your Flower

As I go down your body,
I find the beautiful flower,
Which blooms only for me,
Its so tender that it shouldn't
be touched by rough hands,
But should be by my tongue,
Gliding through the petals,
I taste the nectar of your soul,
Oh baby,
Moan my name,
When petals are getting wet.

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To go around
my body,
As the snake goes
around its prey,
Go deep and let me
moan your name,
So loudly that will
even make,
The air crackle.

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I find that niche,
Where I can reside for all
My life

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Relationship,
What's that I didnt knew,
Until you reached and held me in your arms,

I didnt knew what was love,
Until you came in my life,
And embraced me into your being,

I have now become insane in your love,
And want to experience the oneness of life,
With you.

Shambho

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The burning of myself,
In your presence,
Was it for just me going away from you ?
Oh Guru,

The yearning to know,
And making myself ready for that,
Was it for just me going away from you ?
Oh Guru,

What to do now,
I am alone in this path,
Yet I have still everything that i want,
But not you by my side,

Is it my short sightedness,
Or my own frills of life,
That I cant see you,
Anywhere near me.

Shambho

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The stillness of these idols,
Make me wonder
who made these,
Where all those too
the buddhas,
Where all these people the
embodiment of stillness,
How to know ?
By becoming still ?

Shambho

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What's me ?
Is it the food that I eat,
Is it the work that I do,
Is it being her husband or her lover,
Is it being my parents child,
Is it being brother,
Is it my thoughts,
What am I ?

Shambho

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Surface game

The game of surface,
Has been played by me,
Just to meet and be with you,
Till life becomes mature within us,
Oh feminine queen,
Once life is matured,
I will make you play that game,
Which is played by the gods himself.

Shambho

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