Книга - Ind love

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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