Imperfect Love

A human I think,
Wants to be just loved.
I want to be loved,
For me being me.

I want you to love me,
For being me.
All that I am,
Warts and all,
As they say.
I promise,
I will do the same.

You did that, didn't you?
I did that, didn't I?
Love. Warts and all?
All those years back.
But then, here's the truth.
Who was the real me,
Who loved you?
Who was the real you,
Who loved me?
Did I know me,
All those years back?
Did I love me then?
To expect you to do so?!

It takes lifetimes of a life,
To dig deep;
Doesn't it?
Who am I really,
Who loves you?

And yet, all I want
Is for you to love me,
Despite me!
If I ask you,
Why do you love me?
I don't want answers.
I want you to tell me,
"Hell! I have no clue why.
But I love you,
All of you."

Here,
I throw away my masks -
Of aspirations,
Of ideals,
Of identicalities,
Of dependencies.

And stand naked,
In glorious Imperfection.
Can you love me?
"A challenge to Compassion",
Says Joseph Campbell.

 The perfect human -
S(he) is a myth.
Cast aside the bedtime story then,
And come to my bed.
Let's celebrate our differences,
In togetherness;
Come to my bed then,
To make true love.
Sweaty, messy, clumsy, Real.

You Wait for Me

The feeling of Utter Joy. 
What am I searching for? 
Everything is right here. 
Just here. 
Being Home. 
You of course are a manifestation. 
Of this. Of being Home. of Being home. 
Is it just you Arunachala? 
Or just me? 
What is this resting? 
I am in it.
It is in me. 
It wont be for long.
Wo(man)'s destiny is to Search! 
But just for now,
I rest. 
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I heard this story of a Guru. 
He knocked his disciple unconscious,
Who wakes up awhile;
Aware. 
Of his Highest Consciousness. 
A ton of bricks hit me.
And I have fallen;
In Love, it must be. 
For this Intelligence, Love, 
Whatever you want to call it. 
The Big It. Supreme Spirit. 
Highest Self, The Buddha. 
Krishna, Govinda, Shiva, Brahman.
Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswathi, Sarada Devi. 
Whatever you name It. 
Whatever form you give It. 
It is in Love with us. 
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You've been sending me 
Messages and invitations. 
All this while. 
You've been asking me,
To turn and look at you. 
You want to dance with me;
No more no less. 
What do you do?! 
When I don't see your messages. 
You knock at my door,
You ring the bell, time and again. 
I say, what a nuisance,
This bell is. 
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Someone got lucky.
His It, It crashed his door open! 
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You have hurled grenades at me.
You've also rained on me;
A bone-drenching downpour,
Complete with light and sound effects - 
You've called to me - 
Thru' unconditional love.
     My daughter's touch. 
     The lick of my beloved canine.

And what do I feel? 
My daughter's touch. 
My dog's lick. 
And my love for her
& her touch. 
My love for my dog
& his lick. 
My love for my partner,
& his kiss. 
I have gotten lost in them. 
Blind and deaf to the invitation behind. 

The Invitation behind,
Every name,\
Every form,
Every label,
Every category,
Every idea,
Every condition,
Every every.
That now I know
Is waiting for me. 
You wait for me. 
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It is patient and active
All the time. 
Of this I am sure: 
My It is in love with me.
Just as yours is in love with you! 
Of this also I am sure: 
That I will again and again,
Lose myself - 
I will forget to unwrap the covering,
to find the invitation inside. 
All that I can pray for is then,
Even if I forget,
Let me again and again, 
Wake up to your summons.