Ind love
Grigory Saharov
Namaste, my unknown indian friend! My name is Grigory. I am a modern poet from a little russian town. But I have an indian soul. I love India, Shiva and many of indian gurus (like Haidakhan Babaji, Sai Baba of Shirdi, Ramana Maharshi). This book contains my best poetry and my spiritual autobiography. I wish You happiness and health. Om Namah Shivaya!!!
Ind love
Grigory Saharov
© Grigory Saharov, 2023
ISBN 978-5-0059-5412-1
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
POETRY
And you write
write write write
from the depth
formless Soul
where only happiness
happiness happiness happiness
where all fears and all passions are nullified
* * *
Any flags
these are flasks
Any hymns
these are tusks stones tusks
Do robots want kittens?
want
Want-want-want
THE WHOLE UNIVERSE SMELLS OF OIL
* * *
this door is nowhere
this door is nowhere
this door is self-sufficient
Door
* * *
soul
weak
weak
weak
soul
strong
strong
strong
soul
blind
blind
blind
soul
One
One
One
* * *
Today I dreamed of Peter.
He was so cheerful.
He was so kind.
He was… like a true!
From all sides.
Today I dreamed about him.
* * *
at noon I want to say
that I love you
at midnight I want to say
that I love you
I love myself in you
I love myself in you
every little fucking second
I love myself in you
* * *
Song about God dear.
The song about God is simple.
The song about God is dashing.
The song about God is different.
* * *
I was looking for.
I found.
It became me
Good-
Good-
Good…
And then
everything is gone.
* * *
This pain is called life.
Do whatever you want with her.
This lie is called «death».
Do what you can with her.
* * *
I was waiting for her.
She didn’t come.
But I didn’t get angry.
That was cute.
She came.
And that was nice too.
The Great Nothing has changed.
* * *
Deceived my soul.
Feed the carcass.
Deceived the carcass.
Feed my soul.
How much more do you need?
Let’s live in peace.
* * *
What a rant —
«I fell in love… I fell out of love…».
You traded, that’s all.
Overpaid… Cheaper…
Only God can love.
Here is my lesson. Here’s my bottom line.
* * *
God is meaning.
God is bullshit.
God is life.
God is death.
* * *
rats
screams
roofs
God
* * *
God
war
God
Spring
* * *
Ocean of Oceans
cuts rams like rams,
slaughter sheep like sheep.
This is not the end,
but this is not the beginning.
It is that which is never too much and never too little.
Old wounds… New countries…
Okean Okeanovich Okeanov…
* * *
I exist
in the rocket house
on the last floor
It is nice here
* * *
I don’t like people.
No, I love people
but I don’t like letting them in
here, where Berendey is.
A Berendey
just loves people.
A Berendey
yearns without people.
* * *
Death is the most common thing.
You will die
And the people behind the wall will talk about the weather and Putin
And miss.
And then they will be in your place.
And you…
You know everything yourself.
* * *
I’ve dealt with this world
found questions and answers
fixed them with verses
and sent to friends
and how can you leave
but something holds holds holds
and makes it repeat
and makes you smile
and talk
– Hello to you
* * *
my poems
I warm you
you are lonely messages
from universe to universe
through me
in your day and hour
* * *
I AM
ratoxbullcatdragonsnakehorsegoatmonkeyroosterdogpig
God
empty set of cities
empty set of roads
* * *
God
fisherman
God
fish
God
spoon
God
no bottom no bottom no bottom no bottom
* * *
sunset sunrise west east
God
delight
* * *
where
in the city of the first absolute
when
one minute
* * *
We looked at each other
Without lust and without fear.
And we saw in each other
Friend.
Then there was the heat. After there was a blizzard.
Then something else happened.
At this point, I lost count and lost count.
* * *
The egg spreads in the pan.
Spring-Autumn Happens
Never anywhere.
It’s so easy to quit.
Lie down on the bottom
Where twice two is eight
Or rather, not even eight but zero.
No – ZERO!
* * *
How can I help you?
Why help you?
The one who dreamed of day and night.
The letter «a» and the letter «yat».
Life and death.
All this varied
Loving and beloved firmament.
* * *
summer wind
light breeze
excess wind
from the islands
will tell us
will tell us
about mice and cats
will tell us
will tell us
about you and about me
in the light of the night
in the light of the night
in the light of the night
the darkness of the day
* * *
God
is not
only a word
* * *
Eyes in the water
Ordered to kill.
Eyes in the water
They are ordered to die.
Eyes in the water.
Eyes in the water.
Eyes in the water.
Everywhere, nowhere.
* * *
Laura Palmer is married.
She is doing well.
Become a mother.
Will become old.
Something was…
But it’s gone.
* * *
Night
Ocean
Love
* * *
Life is sometimes hard
Like two big wings.
* * *
The window is like a movie. Cinema is like a window.
Everything was and will be. But…
Forgotten song rushes after.
Captivity years. Ashes of years.
Where does it end and begin?
Is the whole greater or less than the part?
Is it possible to be silent and scream at the same time?
* * *
there is nothing
forever
and forever new
and don’t paint
and don’t take a picture
* * *
after all
was
after all
dust
* * *
it’s not called
at all
absolutely-absolutely-absolutely
even sometimes
even occasionally
even once
NO WAY
NOT
N A Y V A E T S I
* * *
They shot at squirrels in the forest.
For small
And very, very, very small.
Someone got in.
Someone missed.
Someone is missing.
found him
But not immediately.
That’s the kind of love.
Not in the eye.
And not even in an eyebrow.
* * *
clear sheet
pain
dirty worm
zero
love love love love love love
* * *
Electric chair.
Electric table.
Electrical world.
Electric dream.
Electric moan.
I wake up.
Nobody.
I wake up.
Nothing.
Electricity.
One.
Electricity.
It.
* * *
I didn’t love you
But I shared your pain
Even though I didn’t want it
* * *
Everything disappeared.
Everything will disappear.
And there is nothing for us to talk about.
That’s just to stand.
It’s just to smoke.
Everything disappears.
Forever.
But it’s a joy.
No problem.
* * *
The adversaries applaud.
Earrings-teeth-rings shine.
The waves are splashing.
Easier…
Easier…
Easier…
Eternity…
* * *
The door opens…
Behind her is a room.
And behind it is another room.
And behind it, too, is a room.
But different.
AND.
I AM.
* * *
One night I escaped from captivity
Of your hate
Of my lust
Your greed
Of your affection
Your dominion
One night I escaped from captivity
One night I escaped from captivity
One night I escaped from captivity
* * *
Culture is a gun!
Explore it!
Lubricate it!
Collect it!
Charge it!
Put it on safety.
* * *
POETRY
No, we didn’t betray you.
Wanted.
But they couldn’t.
You have grown in us through everything,
Don’t rush and don’t delay.
And we, thanking and cursing,
Follow you.
* * *
Aged funny pretentious boys,
Aged funny pretentious girls
They meet each other in inexpensive eateries in Moscow and St. Petersburg
And they drink alcohol
They meet each other in the district libraries of Moscow and St. Petersburg
And read poetry to each other.
And often good ones.
Such meetings also take place in the provinces,
At the same time, the quality of alcohol and poetry is worse there.
They all want to be heard
And they don’t want to listen.
So they want to be loved
(For their poems and for themselves)
And they don’t want to love.
But it has to.
* * *
It is already light in the forest, but still quiet.
All the animals are still sleeping in their minks,
Gathering strength for a new day.
Pretty soon they’ll be fucking and gnawing each other again
Reproduce their own kind and get food for them.
And in your free time, have fun.
But now they are sleeping…
And I don’t sleep.
* * *
Decided to play with me?
I decided to lose.
You have had many paths.
You could be any of these people.
But you chose your fate.
Now you have only one way.
No, two, I’m lying —
But both are beautiful
Or they will bury you in a coffin
Or you will be buried without a coffin.
* * *
We are on the subway.
You are sitting opposite.
I’m sitting opposite.
Someone forgot something.
I want,
For you to do it.
Do you want,
For me to do it.
We are walking through the village.
Someone is third.
Do you want,
For me to stay.
Do you really want
For me to stay forever?
* * *
One day
I was dying of hunger and thirst.
From thirst and hunger
I AM
Was dying.
But here it turned out
It’s just a carnival…
* * *
Zero emerges from heaven.
Zero arises from the earth.
Zero penetrates the height.
Zero penetrates deep.
Follow him now and here.
After all, that is what Love is.
After all, that is what It is.
Then, once upon a time…
* * *
Live for a second…
Live for a second…
Live for a second…
And die, die, die.
Well, what about after?
Well, after
I will return to my hole.
* * *
We walked.
We breathed.
And now
We have stopped.
Nothing changed.
The testicle rolled, rolled, rolled,
dropped
And it fell off.
But it didn’t crash.
* * *
I am a mage god.
My colors are
light bright emerald
and light bright purple.
And a bright bright blue.
You can’t fool me
beat me
defeat me.
At all.
But you can hate me.
And I can’t hate you.
I can only love
Myself
in you.
* * *
I’m here,
In desert,
Like the Volga
Knowing no shame and duty,
I eat and sleep during the day
And at night
I sing
I dance
I am building a temple.
Sand temple.
For nobody.
Sand temple.
Temple of the ONE.
Sand temple.
Sand temple.
For centuries.
* * *
Went into the house.
Closed from inside.
Turned into a fly.
Window.
Window leaf.
Flew away.
Didn’t return.
* * *
– Do you love?
– Yes.
– Come then!
But I didn’t come.
Did not love?
It was in 1894
Here.
* * *
born-dying every moment
I don’t live though I exist
everything and nothing child and old man
I sing my holy and empty
I am you always and never
there is only one way it was and so it will be
there is no «no» there is only the word «yes»
everything else was invented by people
God exists and he is you
you know what’s next who’s before
this endless fight
just an ocean of beautiful falsehood
let the word «God» lead you there
where years and cities are not needed
* * *
I AM
I am home
in the city of eagle
on Karachevskaya street
#33
exploded
I am home
in Moscow
on dobrolyubova street
#9
exploded
I am home
in the city of petersburg
in Pirogov Lane
#16
exploded
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