Yogi

The body being,

Gross---
Subtle---
and
Casual---
more often holds me
within my inertness
of being mine.

I see;
I am not, who i am.

Still "U" claim
me of being "Urs" !

I ll decay one day
in a lone wintery night.
My corpse, coffined tight
to breathlessness
will append myself to my
eternal existence.

What ever i had, with "U"
or the same "U" had, with me
will merge within the delusions
of Attachments.

And "U" ll find a
"Love",
being an essence
of those elysian elements,
that has transformed
this lustful self
into an identity
of a



Yogi...



V@@S...