How suddenly
love started ticking inside
my time and space
like a dry whisper inside a rose
thirsty for water.
You made a city
inside the fragments
of my white breasts
pulsing with night and waxing moon
blooming in dreams.
I became a transparent soul.

The clock in me was ancient
like a Big Ben, it finally stopped.
I couldn’t dare to reveal
all my nakedness in one night,
so, you came back every night
a bit longer each time.

We watched the moon light
how it fell on the silent garden,
full of space for a new rhythm,
somewhere far
water fell in thin drops
on thirsty soil of earth;
wind blew inside the secret cave.

Waterfalls, portals of light
connected your freedom
to my love.

You crossed over
with your dark hunger
to touch my vulnerability
your lips moved on my throat
your left marks
on my white skin.

You entered inside me,
deep and hard,
still inside me.
Still my voice trembles with wanting;
every touch brings me into ecstasy
I am exposed,
oh, my naked soul.

My belly is full of your seeds
my mouth delightful
with your sweet taste.
You pour wine
on my white flesh
and drink from wetness
of my soul.

I hear
the last whispers of the shadow;
this love making; our togetherness,
dissolves everything.
Fears are gone,
love is everything.

Fluid in me falls
drop after drop
on forests, on meadows,
on soul mate swans,
on your silent cathedral.
I am exploded
in orchids
my scent is full of sexuality
inside the lotus of your love.

My heart pounds fast
the unworthy dust turned
into shimmering sun,
as your passion lifts me up
closer to heaven.
Just one more thing is left
for love,
to fasten us together
forever,
for you to wash my lips
with your earthy tears.

Appear beside my flesh
kneel together
on sacred soil of love
and offer your heart
unconditional.

Night falls, rain falls
we make love, burn all night long,
our twin flames rise
vanish in measureless joy,
the mist takes us away from eyes.

Heaven smiles
and love’s bell tolls;
eras after us.
We became Gods.

Serena Devi

In a breath of silence;
two shadows meet and melt
in small dew drops on open lips of an Iris.
The moon is complete tonight,
the strange little girl whom used to drink her tears
before each meal, spilled the memories
out of the dark jar
like a drop of water on a red rose;
that grows inside the marble veins of aloneness,
she let go of all.

Even love sounded too loud,
she stood at the doorsteps of now
felt overwhelmed with life,
opened up her heart and sustained silently
in flames of cypress
to live as a road, as a bridge
as a garden of heart, a snow flake in wind.

In the gaps, the wind roars,
the scent of love ascends
the seashell sings
the red rose blooms,
the dream of life fades away
in a shape of a bird,
a floating cloud
the beloved of my heart
my soul, my one true song;
the unbearable love with all the sweet names
and ache that breaks all bones
all through the white days
and all through the dark nights
captive beneath the blue sea
seduced and aroused by affection of his eyes;
oh forbidden fruit
has fallen between my palms,
” eat me and enjoy the thirst
that comes with each bite; for more,
the fruit of love
the dream of stone, sky, ocean and standing trees,
rise with white air above the majestic mountains
” YOU”, the passion of my soul;
settle in the heart of everything,
in the glow of your silence,
Earth grows and love birds travel in trance;
into the unknown tomorrow;
eat my fruit and vanish in joy of glory;
you are the presence within presence,
my soul, the Beloved is what you are.

Serena Devi, May 2013

~ Serena Devi ~

~ Serena Devi ~

Today my eyes see life in a new light,
thousands small colourful butterflies inside my heart,
could life be better than this!
Loving begins with self… can’t stop the joy the glides within
covered in stars dust…
Serena dances, smiles and blooms in hundred songs of love….
Ah, so much love, so much beauty… all within her heart…
flowing to all directions…. in dance with God…
The world of wonders begin….

~ Serena Devi ~

Love has found us, in each other’s arms
silent memory of heaven
passionate, tender, fragile vulnerable hearts
enveloped in mystery of human’s touch;
swing in desires to be one;
loving one another; under the shadow of moving clouds;
perfect kiss
away from all thoughts and doubts.
a landscape of intense contrasts
of light and shade
within each seeking heart;
o Love has found us;
engaged in love making beyond touch;
earth and sky, the love story of distance and yet so close.

My human heart,
full of need for your passion and embrace
falls, drop by drop
in deeper oceans of love
bright as a spinning sun
alive as a red rose blossomed by the moon.
O, love has found and freed us.

~ Serena Devi, April 2013~

~ Serena Devi ~

~ Serena Devi, April 2013~

be with this rose, few more nights…
no more comes and goes;
lie beside my heart, like a knife
or a seductive orchid;
reach my lips, before I change to ashes;
oh, my love… whose hands am I kissing…
where is she vanishing… the woman whom slept the world
and woke up in your arms?

~ Serena Devi, April 2013 ~

In dreams; traveler sings to himself.
places become pavilions made of blood;
the epic stories of Heart
on the sacred pilgrimage of love.
Soul, this numerous shape
has an appointment with fate.

She looks at us, calm on the hills of time;
patient on the ladder of mastery, to the sun.
Facing the endless changes of water in clouds,
as winds stroke the roads, bring them together
beside high rocks and smiley coronations;
ocean echoes the music of soul.

Be present, in absence of time;
among camels and wild horses,
a solitary rider seeks the missing moon
crouching on motherly land
washing the stains of blood with his tears.
What does his soul have to say;
night after night; the song of nature
blends his yearnings; with the white mirror of breeze.

His heart is bigger than his fears
clearer than his dreams;
stronger than voice of thousand years
riding from darkness into immortality of soul.
The land expands as much and as far as his dreams;
measures and conquers the untouched wilderness of life within.
Blood of heart, carved a mysterious path
between mountain of desires
and true longing for his beloved.
Perhaps there is too much of unknown
in one simple story of a myth rider;
without a shield and a blade;
on the road to unknown bronze hills
where white eagle and Pegasus
speeding to forgetfulness of tomorrow
centering in power of present.

They becoming heroes
marching out of a deep memory of earth;
thirsty for transparency and glory; with no choice
but living as a myth; as real as they can.
A myth rider stands up, roads are calling
and all places on earth closing the circle
around his ancient heart.

For the love of his beloved, he faced battles,
wounds, hunted by dark magic and ghosts;
he finally have found the strength within,
the secret of Pegasus wings;
to carry him above whatever he believes;
to fly without knowing why or how far;
what does his soul have to say when even having wings is no certainty;
to meet his beloved beyond the epic of eagles and the sun.

To be a rider of myth; to behold the light of the missing moon
like no eyes have ever done;
to let go of it all; to reach to the garden of the beloved
be shuffled along the stars and passing winds
so close to color of sky and whiteness of dreams;
a full circle within his open heart.
No need to arrive or cross any land;
no scream or blood.

On the wings of breath; hovering in love
the epic story of a rider of myth,
cannot be seen,
it blows across the seeking hearts
on white silence;
at the edge of darkness
and light.

~ Serena Devi, April 2013~