'Girl Playing with a Peacock':

He left me saying he would return tomorrow.

I covered the floor of my home

Writing repeatedly 'tomorrow'.

/When dawn returned, they all enquired:

Tell us, friend,

When will your tomorrow come?

tomorrow, tomorrow, I lost all hopes.

My beloved never returned.

Says Vidyapati: Listen, beautiful one,

Other women lured him away.

--Vidyapapti

A number of Indian Poets have created poetry inspired by an attempt to tell of their sublime and wonderfully mystical experiences.

Adi Shankaracharya was India's most renowned exponent of Non - Dualism (Advaita).

"I am He" below is an immortal poem that beautifully expresses a state of awareness far outside the mundane everyday world...

I Am He

Mind, nor intellect, nor ego, feeling;
Sky nor earth nor metals am I.
I am He, I am He, Blessed spirit, I am He!
No birth, no death, no caste have I;
Father, mother, have I none.
I am He, I am He, Blessed spirit, I am He!
Beyond the flights of fancy, formless am I,
Permeating the limbs of all life;
Bondage I do not fear; I am free, ever free.
I am He, I am He, Blessed spirit, I am He!

By: Shankaracharya

The tradition in India is one of an enormous history of what could be called illumined Spiritual Masters. These Spiritual Masters have employed poetry as a tactic to refer indirectly to the transcendental consciousness. This transcendent state is the aim of Yoga.

An example:

The Absolute

No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature's dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.

By: Sri Chinmoy

Sri Aurobindo provides another example of this school of Indian love poetry, showing us that 'love' is a far broader term than just human relationships between humans--and yet it must be said that such love is a good starting point to launch off into transcendent love. Really one cannot understand one without first experiencing the other. From the mundane of love of a beautiful woman, one can more easily understand the transcendent love of Nirvana...

Nirvana

Only the illimitable Permanent
Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still.
Replaces all, - what once was I, in It
A silent unnamed emptiness content
Either to fade in the Unknowable
Or thrill with the luminous seas of the Infinite.