Another autumn day,
Walking alone in memory lane of my dreams;
Getting closer to the day
My soul arrived on earth.
Getting far from the taste of your lips.
My beloved; tips of my fingers
Are colored by ink of love
Writing you endless love letters;
That never be sent; never be opened.
It is Tehran; alone city, like me, in darkness of clouds and thoughts,
Wishing for thunderstorm, shower of light.
Our small garden, has two empty chairs; waiting for weight of your presence,
Walls are waiting to echo back the sound of honey drops from your mouth.
So close, so far;
Beside the flaming memories, my heart cries and my ink writes another letter
On watery eyes of time.
Oh, God how much I seek the forgetfulness
Desire to end this waiting…
Do you remember, how we sat in that small café
Across a wooden table, sipping our teas, holding hands.
Words were small to hold the passionate sounds of our hearts,
How could it be ended before it even began its pulse.
It is so hard to write to you, this soundless echo of love inside me;
Breaks my bone, to plant patience and grow faith.
Inside the bubbles of time, I count the drops of tears
On old newspapers, the salty taste between morning toast and the huge empty space in my life
For you, for us.
It is another autumn day, To take my red umbrella
And get lost in my foot steps on wet autumn leaves.
It is hard to breathe the air of this city;Tehran,
It is even harder to look and truly see
Where I am, but nothing really is as hard as feeling you so close
And know that nothing will fill this emptiness in my heart,
I am consumed in forever longing, to sleep in your shadow and never speak again.
You are my man, it was my sin to be a woman
Who desired you as wild, as passionate, as truthful as I was.
So, I am punished to exhilarate in lust and ecstatic desires, to eat my burning heart,
time that love provoke me to call your name.
Was it demon or angel that brought you into my eyes; into my heart.
Writing on invisible pages of poetry,
Asking my soul to show me a remedy
From this constant hunger for your vision, your smile
Your fiery lusty lips on mine…
Another autumn day, sitting on my tiny bed;
With hands tired of typing;
With heart tired of feelings,
With mind cracked of shattered dreams…
Ah, I need you God…
To make another story of me;
Away from this hunting dream.
It is so hard to write to you,
The man I loved more than life; more than sky, earth and my own breath.
I am drawn forever under love’s waves;
I am a stranger in this city, in this house,
My heart is homesick and my pen is dry
And my eyes, tearful.
How many more letter will be written in your love; when I am gone.
The soul of rose is killed,
Here is buried her dead petals,
the way of the poet is living with deaths, to write about love and beauty.
To have courage to peel her own skin, to feel pain and ache of wanting
And never hear one word from her lover,
So she sinks deeper in nostalgia and dream of her true love.
And one autumn day as she was born, she will be gone from face of earth,
Like a rose without a sound.
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The space between us
the breathing of dark earth
behind the moon’s white tent.
Along the long grass
where the young night smiles
at the solitary dance of love
up through the passage of my heart,
where the blessed wounds
of seeking him
in centre of my body.
Too much fire, too much desire
climbs up the hill of passion
connecting me with everything.
My heart is charmed
into exhilarated arriving,
moment by moment.
He kneels down into me
like a storm, shakes my leafs;
breaks my hard bones
fills my hollow
with his jagged light.
Ah, I am emerging in twilight.
He makes love strongly
yet it is
his silence that keeps me awake
in ecstasy and delight.
My mouth full of
the taste of his grapes;
before and after
day and night.
From Eternal Love poetry book
by Serena Devi available on Amazon and LuLu
Tonight, moon is watching me thru the window,
whispering the secret rhapsody of stars;
what brings joy to my waiting heart
is written in sky.
what stands between her light and my dark hair
is the unrepeatable miracle of love.
any chance to fly!
move closer into quiet corner of her tent;
laugh at her playful act
on the stage covered with stars and
fall in love with the heavenly gaze of her glorious eyes;
give me a dream; full of hope and faith,
so I can fly high
in order to win her love.
~ Serena Devi ~
In your double world,
where you no longer recongise the other;
He, who is so quiet inside your heart; pours himself out like a rainbow,
Colorful, warm and loving.
She, who is vast and soft receives his music,
leads him enchanted into the bath of light.
The glorious space between two flames of one
Opens like a valley of lilies, into mystery of love.
She waited so patiently, walking out of the silence,
purely enters the hours of innocence touch.
He was longing, long ago, for her to come and embraces the solitary man,
away for separation and sorrow;
New beating inside the breath of time.
When the beloved appears, the lover astonished and speechless
Recognise the magnificent beauty within his own heart.
All things rest peacefully
Inside the eternal stream of the truth.
We rearrange the outline of our lives;
Where images of happiness lingers on sharp edge of mind;
Hopelessly trying so hard to achieve some trophy,
some kind of ending; out of suffering.
Everything is here, in love;
Inside the silent songs of our hearts.
The man, I love,
The woman, I am.
Touch her skin, her shoulder, her wanting lips;
See the hunger in his eyes, feel his heart
the love beyond doings of the world.
A long intimate experience of your humanness and touch of your soul.
The unsayable parts of your journey, from earth to stars;
When your beloved arrives, everything turns into lessons and growth
Every touch on bare skin of knowing;
Keep moving you closer and closer to center of love;
Inside the mirror of your feelings,
The double world;
The man, you love,
The woman you are;
Turn each other’s body into a perfect celebration of life.
The ending of human, the beginning of Soul;
Hesitate no more,
The truth lies within your heart;
The beloved, the lover;
both reside in you.
~ Serena Devi ~
Dear Readers and friends,
Thank you for years of support and encouragement, Eternal love poetry book has began her amazing journey to heart of readers on 25th Feb 2013 and so far many copies are bought by dear, kind and loyal readers of Ecstatic blog and facebook. This book could only purchased ONLINE. It is my joy and delight to inform you that now it is available on amazon.com, amazon.uk and all Europe.
“Eternal love is a beautiful collection of poems in the genre of Hafiz and Rumi. Within these pages are Serena Devi’s sonnets of ecstatic l love, wisdom, mysticism and rapture. These deeply passionate lines written from the poet’s heart and soul; Eternal Love poetry moves the reader through Serena Devi’s spiritual experience of growing into the reflection of the divine source of love within her soul to find connection and completion.”
In love, in gratitude
~ Serena Devi ~
Love bursts inside;
plants a crystal tree between waves of my breath
releases me from dust of my flesh
into a divine music.
It burns my heart
with the untamed heath of passion
my desires turning round in circles
what am I looking for?
Someone is hidden inside my breath.
I am tied to curl of his hair,
To green emerald of his eyes,
With his hands, he filled me
With ecstatic wine and
crushed my rose petals with his sensual aroma
Ah, his magical lips captured my soul.
Deep in my heart
blood flows out like a vast river
flames never sets
fiery like a eternal dragon.
My lips are soaring
Under hunger of his kisses,
my skin is bare and pierced by his silver moon
O love, I have left with no secret
my heart races louder
than the sound of thunderstorms;
my white valleys are surrendered to his arrows.
Nothing is left to be understood;
his love made a perfect cup from my heart;
my soul travels to eternity
on wingless song of forever longing
round and round
Over every rock, every tree
love falls in my heart to his
like a rain drops
on the red path to beauty of life;
and begin a new journey
Into music of my soul
Under his playful fingertips.
like a scent of a woman
touched at the edge of the
desire by her true twinsoul.
Lifetimes yearnings to be met
in touch of our lips beside one another
in a soundless kiss;
love burst inside
and fill the air
Between our breaths
Our fate could not be known by mind
Listen to flutter of our heart
The transparent smile.
When I see his face
I shut my eyes and surrender
To invisible waves rising from depth of my soul
The beginning and the end of my breath in his
silent tears from my eyes
a sigh on his lips;
the infinite touch
opens a thousand doors
Fire of blood
Turns everything into the wedding feast;
I have kneeled before your beauty
In fire and blood;
My beloved and I
Have melted in each other;
From nest of our silence;
Round and round
My heart and his breath
the windmill of love.
~ Serena Devi ,22 Dec 2012~
Between hands of time
a traveler makes small plans.
What seems closer than feelings and thoughts;
flee into open space of heart.
To be human means
Look through the soft variable edge of light
land on silent gaps of a song; invisible to your eyes.
The heart confused of doing nothing,
helplessly circles around the future sky
ending her small wishes into greater plans.
To travel between two worlds
There is an untouched and secret moment,
Inviting you; in which you awake;
to breathe closer to sound of earth.
The wounds that burnt like a sun
The pain and joy that carved and transformed your clay;
the bitter taste of wasted dreams has turned to delicious mature wine.
A golden vineyard beyond the scope of your plans!
Between hands of time
Can you imagine a new life for yourself
away from white fences and wild cats.
Who knows how far a traveler walks
To embrace the path,
Find the lost courage, drink the Gods wine
Cry; in happiness
Who knows; what you choose to invite into your life;
to give away, to become.
The path belongs to the traveler;
The meet the heart in present;
And walk fully awake on earth.
Wherever you are, you have been before
The urgency that moves you forward or keep you still
The tides, the sound of ocean inside;
Everything is you.
Between hands of time;
love, wind, fairy tale;
day and night;
one stay, one disappear.
what you see, do you believe?
What you believe, you shall live!