A Time-Unconscious Flow Of Vacuum Poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam

My mind is my beloved,
My identity and my essence;
When it is missing
I am perplexed
Am experiencing vacuum within

Friendships and passions no longer are delighting
Humor and sweet chats with dear ones are gone;
Pains, aches, disappointments in love
Are no more wrenching my heart;
Heart's sweet rhythm and fast beats too are missing;

Gay abandon with my sweet hearts
Is no longer desired;
Their bewitching beauties
No more are angling;
The rise and set of thought forms
And flow of joys and blissful experiences,
All have ceased to happen

Now, when my mind has disappeared
Am deaf to sounds
Blind to sights
Insensitive to
Smells, sweet and bitter tastes,
Amorous and loving touches,
Cooling and warm hugs;

Am not able to differentiate between
Full-moon and new moon nights;
Among loving, indifferent and piercing looks

Perceptions, intuitions,
Languages,
Sciences, philosophies,
Experiences, insight, understanding
Contemplations, remembrances
Gained, stored and recollected

Have vanished in the absence of my mind,
The facilitator and companion of my life
Now I am,
Lord Krishna unable to play on flute
Lord Nataraja sans cosmic dance
Frozen Ganges devoid of flow and current
A lover who lost his sweet heart
A flow of vacuum
Unconscious of Time and its flow