The journey into your soul can begin with a poem, a song or a moment of silence, you may not realize it at the time but the sense stays with you and in time unfolds the path you have to take and return to yourself.
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Do you hear the sound of gratitude in me?
the pounding of my heart,
the flow of inner waterfall of grace
on skin of my soul?
Do you see your smile on my lips?
I become younger, borderless and timeless
the deeper your roots scream your love
inside my darkness,
I walk naked and forgot my shoes,
winds touch my bare skin and sun playfully
runs his fingers through my hair,
the end of our journeys
begin in the world
that my voice disappears
in your Garden of roses.
The wheel turns,
the new day; I wake to
is full of fire, water and spring leafs.
The wheel turns,
the new day; I wake to
is full of fire, water and spring leafs.
could I live with naked heart
and still be decent,
could all my doings end peacefully
on the planet of fulfillment
before I get too young
forget the darkness and shadows
that I left behind,
just to be with you,
after thousand years longing, yearning to come home,
now, my ink writes transparent
on pages of love poetry.
do you hear the sound of gratitude in me?
do you see your smile on my lips?
now, I see you flying above the rose garden
with my wings,
and my heart melts in love
without a shadow.
My light shakes in front of your sun,
this dust, perhaps nothing
but she sees the world of
mystics and kings;
where wholeness is the true home.
I wake up into an ocean of love
as the wandering scream of my feelings
goes up the golden staircase of your clouds
to bind the soundless rain of deep desires
with green forests of passion
in one ordinary place,
my grateful heart.
© Serena Devi
The effortless walk alongside stars,
dreams and birch trees.
There was a miracle
In writing those love letters,
in wander restlessly in secret alleys of feelings.
Now, link to link, the lover like mountains
rest in an evening song,
And the defeated memories
bleed against the sharp sword of moments
as shadows laid on two-lined streets heading to unknown.
Who desires to die again?!
The old world is gone.
Outside of the city of stone and steel
The lover voyages over the new foreign lands of love.
Uprooted intense emotions illuminated by energy of light,
she left all in white and walk through dark forests
beyond the hills and roses
only now, burns in her heart’s deep twilight.
The lover flights in forever circling,
The ache in her bones decomposed the sand
She dangles over clouds,
the ecstasy in her wings moves her forward;
like ocean waves spread out
with her silvery silk touch
across borderless future;
while sun murmurs the mystery of love
in her shinny golden beats.
This is the world of the lover;
Honey and milk
Intense and serene,
Standing like brave lilies,
beyond stories of fear, hate and despair,
Hovering between light and shade
Tasting caramelized figs.
Who desires to die again?
No tongue of a lover can ever answer.
For those who fly into unknown sky,
Day and night
Race over the waves of love
Swing between two-lined streets
Twist in roaring of winds;
Writing love letters is a seductive temptation
To consult with death, fire and garden of roses
before make up something miraculous from nothing.
To plant a fig tree
In a centre of wide open sea,
To take root where they may
to move closer to festive life.
Between roars of winds,
the lover becomes
the master of the sea.
Serena Devi, January 2014
Wave after wave
Love wants to fly above fulfilled flowers
Blossom and praise.
Life is no accident
Those silent companions of night
Binding her destiny intimately with roots of earth.
Humans, in their noisy passion
Made her to forget her sweet songs
Instead words covered her innocent skin
Savage lusty desires nailed her soft lips.
The shadow was crossing
While the sun was captured in verses of uncertainty.
Love is simple when ripen within,
a sweet mysterious danger
is forced wide open
so far from your reach;
could it be God’s breathing?!
Humans are good with words
But the unborn happiness; the sonnets of Love
In her passionate music of sexuality
Only echoes in silence
Between the roots of two willow trees.
The magic of wind
The forgotten names of ancient paths
The intimate hour between feelings of two strangers
In sweat and ecstasy to become one;
on the edge of the two worlds,
weave upon weave
love is reborn.
All heaven’s grapes ripened
On the golden branches of sensuality of touch
In exhaustible wine of joy
Pouring out of the beloved’s vein.
I am content;
Like a Sun
Like a silky road to heart of life
When love flies over the breath of earth
The shadow falls and shatters
Into hundred seeds of ripe fruits
On my human mortal month.
No image of mind rests in forever;
Only the taste of love’s lips
worth waiting for till eternity.
There is a gentle heart,
Looking inward, without noticing others,
Surrendering to that faceless voice, sensual touch of unknown;
Immortal and infinite.
As her last human tears fall soundless
on the feet of Universe,
new paths open up.
Life is no accident;
When my human eyes are closing
And my vulnerable heart moves forward;
Love and I
Merge in a silver river
a passionate juicy song
built from piles of white dreams;
grounding kindly, tenderly, in here.
Wood, water, wind
Lying nude under the heat of love,
Gazing into blue sky,
I am Earth
the evening song
I am content.
© Serena Devi, January 2014
Love, the beautiful agony
glows like a full moon,
pulls like a fragrance of a lily
releases like a sigh in a wilderness
Empties like a shadow that is gone
fulfills like the taste of a kiss
repeats, in sequences of heart’s yearnings
transforms in solitary quiet, making pearls,
inside the body of ocean,
love, the hollow between two waves,
the sound of drops
in a crystal cup
ah, love…enriches my essence,
touch and nurture my skin
I want more of this love….
What say you, my beloved
He says:Let it be, Let it be.
~ Serena Devi , January 2014~
Winter is here;
when fire becomes the best friend
and love simply winkles
beneath snow flakes.
From where I enter the world
And earth breathing transforms my heart
Into a forest, under unmoved shiny stars,
I journey one more round, around the sun.
I wrote our last love letter on the Christmas day;
Roots of time stopped
sadness swallowed the dark sounds of heart
without your silence, how could I know
the translation of my feelings.
We discovered the seasons together;
Inside unsettled clouds,
When railways sleep on soundless ground;
A single dove could change the direction of wind
My heart feels lonely without your love
But I needed to end the waiting; the repeated stories in my mind;
I am returning to happiness within
Entering to the forest, finding a soft fertile corner
To plant my new roots, spring is on its way;
I looked everywhere for my feathers to cover myself
From this vulnerable sense that peels my heart
Layer by layer.
Winter is here; yet I am arriving to spring of my soul
Where pines, frozen lakes and travelling larks respect
I don’t remember a day goes by without me thinking of your love;
My mouth gets full of taste of honey and sweetness of your lips;
And a pleasure of your arms, around my waist.
I wrote in the last letter; “ you won the war “
My heart is defeated by your silence, I let you go
And die one more time; into a new season of my heart.
When will you wake up to that knowing inside your heart;
Washing your face, reading the hundred s love letters more;
All in order of time, in waiting room of your feelings.
Winter is here and my eyes seek a new face of love;
To recognize my own colors, new songs to write;
We passed each other; many years ago,
Addiction to love; seems a right title for the summary
Of my poetry book.
Inside the forest, snow is everywhere,
I stood there naked while a young hunter merged with fire and
Frozen leaves; my heart died soundless outside of destiny,
Your silence ended my faith,
but not my love.
Beneath the time railways,
When you build new relationships
Between paper, coffee and smile;
When you sleep on your bed
Listening to the empty place that once held my scent and touch;
Your thinking will no longer save you
From what hurts inside;
I did fight for you, I bled and cried
I wanted you so bad, so impossible
Had no choice, but to let you go.
Our last moment together ended simple,
Like a short poem into the wind;
I chose love and the taste of almond orange cake;
I chose to be truthful to my heart,
So I sat alone all night
And witnessed how my heart shattered
and melted in sadness of our last winter;
I chased the fog, the whiteness of my dreams,
I stayed with your shade and lost the game;
That was the end of the greatest love affair of my life;
Winter is kind, makes pain impersonal, ending in full grace!
In spring, my soul will bloom to its glory and magnificent
I close my poetry book with a simple dot;
and begin sewing my wedding dress.
Winter’s flame is pure light, burns all untrue, give time to new birth,
Sunlight will win this spring, with a promise of true love.
When I am grown up and you are dead;
God’s silence will declare my wedding date.
Serena Devi, 24 Dec 2013
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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