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.

Love, My Friend

Love, My Friend

  

So tell me what is love to you, my friend!
Is it the means to justify an end
or laying claim to a person’s limbs and soul?

   

Is it a transient gratification
of our senses, the kind we have in life,
like eating delicacies, warm and bright,
though all the glitters and aromas too
are for the first three inches of our tongue?

   

That’s the most our senses can penetrate,
three inches, never more, beyond that the rest,
can be felt alone, be it taste or touch,
by the sacred spirit that is eternal!

   

So, have you ever thought why a Higher power,
kindly made this universe from a speck of light?
It is for love too my friend, an urge to express,
to be fully understood, cherished and be praised!

   

Love truly is – like the Sun, burning itself to
cater for and sustain all kinds of life below;
like an ocean that in silence beneath the Sun
sacrifices its brine sorrows eternally
and fills the infant clouds with sweet droplets of rain;
like the clouds that shed their sweetness onto the ground,
to turn the arid desert lush and green again;
like the air we breathe, in abundance all around!

   

The way we are cared for in silence from above,
in the end, know this my friend, only that is Love!          

   

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The Alchemic Metamorphosis

The Alchemic Metamorphosis

That sinful Raven
has not become a Lion yet,
its’ color not changed from black to green!

The Sol and Luna
are waiting for the Lion’s birth,
the priest of their marriage, eternal;

waiting for the Lion
to its altar, come and die,
be slain to have a new birth, again –
not as a Raven,
black or a Lion, green but far
more grand, a being of pure solitude!

For once the Sol and Luna are bound
eternally, they can kiss
and beget the wings,
with which they adorn this precious being
and the green Lion becomes
a Dragon, crimson red!

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The Simple Touch of Her Face

Has it been this long already?
I shivered at the speed of time…

How I miss the softness of grasses, green
beneath my naked feet and the sky,
overhead, blue and white, where the clouds play
hide and seek with the rising sun!

And I miss the fountains too, flowing down
from rain and ice onto the rocky ground,
to sire the clear streams that become
mighty rivers in a wide spate!

If I could float effortless with the flow,
might have found a sea and those rivers in embrace…

But more than all those haughty dreams combined,
I long for the simple touch of her face in my arms!