From the ashes of thoughts I emerge in a form

lofty I soar in the skies

 love is my soulful passion,

ardor my compassion.


For drops of blood

of ruby’s worth

dripping like

drops of precious nectar

I hold them in my cup of heart

rebirthing as the eternal amor!


Thy filled the thousand lakes of joys

But hath this not been ever seen

 lotus eyes brimmed with dewdrops

like pearls they fall and cascade there in…


left alone the body and mind

I set forth the journey with my soul

On the steep terrains

when my faith tries to slide down…


This  resile from the burnt

creates a new life,

reviving like a life from dead

from the ashes left in oblivion…