The Color of Your Soul

The Color of Your Soul

Of all the earthly color, my favorite one is blue!
And in thy glory, even azure oceans fade in hue!
In green you resemble the Nature as if you two are one
and you are everywhere down to humble mosses and ferns!

 

But woe! Enough said already? Perhaps. How could I tell?
Silence chills and soothes and I shiver all the same,
trembling in deep shock and awe from inside, but in the end
seems I love you even more
than I have loved you ever before,
because of nothing but the color of your soul!

 

In red you remind me of Menaka,
the Nymph famous for her beauty, and in pure white,
of Parvati, the daughter of the Mountain King!
So, sometime I remain calm, contemplating
like Vishvamitra, the great-saint
and some time I become Shiva-like, tumultuous –
destroying and preserving both, like a raging flood,
or churn the seas to drink the poison, floating in their blood,
depending on the color of your soul,
and in the end I love you even more
than I could have loved you ever before,
because of nothing but the color of your soul!


Vishwamitra & Menaka :

Menaka was one of the most beautiful celestial nymphs. When king Vishwamitra started his first meditation, Menaka was sent by the gods to lure him out of it. She was successful, by the grace of her divine beauty. They fell in true love with each other which resulted in the birth of a daughter. Their grandchild was called Bharata. The name of India in Sanskrit and other languages descending from Sanskrit is Bharata. However, when Vishwamitra came to know about Menaka’s initial intent (of luring him out of his meditation), he cursed her to be separated from him forever.

Parvati :

She is one of the three daughters (Ganga or the river Ganges was another) of Himavan, the mountain king. Along with Lakshmi and Saraswati, Parvati forms the trinity of goddesses or Tridevi. She is the wife of Shiva. It is said that Parvati embodies the amalgamation of divine knowledge and mother earth.

Shiva :

Along with Brahma and Vishnu, Shiva forms the trinity of gods, Trimurti. He is the god of destruction. Shiva is famous for saving the seas of the world from poison administered by the anti-gods, during their epic battle with the gods. With Parvati, he forms the androgynous god, Ardhanarishwara.

To The Victors

To The Victors
Dedicated to Dajena Mason

 

The victors will be welcome forever,
for I just love to concede, not without
a hearty fight of course, to determine
if my guest is a true victor inside!
   

And those that prove their worth are then transformed
from the level of a guest to the height
of a dear friend by the fire of my home,
befriended in heart for the rest of this life!
   

There are, sadly though, more victors of mouth
than of heart nowadays but the latter
has by no means gone extinct, have no doubt,
I have known a few in the recent years
and one of them I sing of is an angel, true
the one that sends her letters in a dazzling shade of blue!

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A Ragtag Valentine

A Ragtag Valentine

My dear Saint Valentine, beaten with clubs to death
by the thugs of emperor Claudius Deux
for thy love of Christ, thoroughly unfaltering,
here I lay my humble words as pledge to thee!
   

Well, I have had my fill of human love
and tasted too, sweet surrenders coupled with bitter scorns;
now I know humankind is in love with
faithful dogs and icky jellyfishes, instead!
   

Love has always been blue for me not red,
that is the color thou shall I paint with as well!
      

Let thy love not be a manacle to what is thine,
rather let it be wings for them to soar
across the blue sky of glory, honor and fame,
while I pray to God to make me His Valentine!

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Broken Images

Broken Images

So I bleed yet again, not from the slings
and sharp arrows of your thoughts but of mine,
the color of my blood is no more blue
but a dark shade of red in my brittle veins!
I know, bleeding and being burned is our lot
as poets immersed in the flame of their thoughts.
   
   
The other night I had been to the dark side too
and saw how the moon craved for the warmth of the sun;
it craved and pined just as we, human beings, might do
when the light had left vowing never to return!
   
   
There was the promised land built with my bleeding heart,
coagulating upon that dark and windless plain!
So, let my people go, I cried to the ruthless world
and took my soul to fight in a gladiators’ game!

   

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A Morning Invocation

A Morning Invocation

  

As I opened my eyes,
the softness of a cold December dawn
soaked my limbs with a mellow warmth!
Then I looked at the sun,
through the mild haze that made it like
an orange ball of fire with a dim glow!
The soft light tingled my eyes,
caressing me with its infernal gaze,
turning them misty and lost in thoughts too!

   

O, how I missed the touch of Artemis,
turning my veins and arteries all red!
You know, the way a dry desert waits for the rain
is just as intense as my longings are for her,
despite being so close, closer than ever before!

    

But then she heard my prayers and sent her love this way,
so the sky was brighter and sparkling blue again!    

   

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