The Intuition
Every night I lay on the slope of my roof
Watch the solidar stars and the shiny moon
The empty space within the stars
I feel the cool breeze
Flowing through my body
For a flash second
I feel like being one with them
Deeply I feel my intuition
The communion with the existence
But what about my endless wordly desires
My lavish lust
My yearning to culminate among every human souls
To outbid everything and everyone
My pleasure in being appreciated and respected
My rejoicement in being observed by beautiful eyes
My wish for a life companion and children
Then, I conceive discreetly
And assure myself
I am not Buddha, Osho or Parmahansa
But only Samyog (a mere coincidence)!!
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Guru Purnima (Memory of Acharya Rajneesh or Osho)
Our beloved Guru
The one who taught us to laugh
The one who guided us to the path
The one who is omniscient and eternal
One’s whose voice spell-bounds everybody
Is not in this world
But his aura, the all mighty aura
Would be ever present
To guide us to the source
To make our life worth
To flourish our mind with peace
To fill our soul with ecstasy
To liberate us from all the sorrows
To merge us with the eternal
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Mate
Allured by her huge bosom
he slides through her cleavage
she caresses him gently
with a blowing moon
she is flushed and hot
and so is he feeling his tranquility
he slithers down her chests
he finds mothers warmth
solely on his mates…
Poems by: Samyog Aryal
