Lost Self

Deep you are drowned
Making no sound
Missing you are 
Your reach seems beyond

Your absence turns rope to snake
Illusion it is but never appears fake
For, with your light clarity you've taken
Shallowness galore, identities mistaken

In colourful illusions is my flight
Later I land in a miserable plight
And in vain I search for you
There you appear like a bolt from blue

But, you're just an awareness
Drawing disturbances to stillness
Immensity of "I don't know" you consist
With the quest of "Who am I?" you persist.

My Consciousness Creator

Your lap is where I cry out all my worries and become empty.
Your embrace, it confirms me enduring warmth and unconditional love. 
Your kiss, it provides bliss and sweetness that is incomparable to anything in world. You know every bit of me. You understand things untold. I am an innocent child to you always. In your cradle of care I want to abide forever. The purest form of love is yours- infinite, unselfish and unconditional.

Its said all attachments and relations are illusion, but I find yours real. I don't believe any God exists other than you, for you are, "The consciousness who gave birth to my consciousness." How grateful I should be to you Mother.. it is certainly unfathomable.