THE WOMAN IS LIKE WATER
One secret revealed
and the tyranny of the once loving brother
Preposterous, contaminated all the holy wombs with a curse
Every tyrant is afraid of his death,
the speculation maddens him though the spectacle is satisfying
The woman is like water and God questions her purity
When with doubled
passion of a lover the saint loves her soul, he is called back
To a life, bereft of color, his promise to come back, is the only bliss to live by
The fair bride starts sleepwalking, clouds are the sentries posted by her father
Knowingly or unknowingly, whatever we do is accounted for.
*The tyrant referred to here is King Kamsa, the ruler of the Vrishni Kingdom with its capital at Mathura. According to the Puranas,he is the brother of Devaki. After a heavenly voice prophesied that Devaki's eighth son would slay him, Kamsa imprisoned Devaki and her husband Vasudeva and killed all of their childrentill by divine intervention her seventh and eighth children are saved. However, in his efforts to slay Krishna, Kamsa is said to have killed all the newborns of Mathura and Gokul( the village where Krishna was brought up).
LOVE and LOVELY
Yamuna is my dear friend, so are Padma, Kalindi, Matangi...Blue, green, light brown; differences are meant only for those who see in parts, not in whole
When you compete among one another for the major share of my love
I, proud Poseidon, send monstrous flood to devour the earth
The kite flying in the sky is always arrogant, confident of the supply that keeps it alive
The spool, dejected on the ground, jealous of his attention to the Air, though speaks not
The King is dead in a second, if she protests
How to feel the One in multiple selves, the gopis knew the secret
Sarasvati dried up in silence, is a message, misunderstood by the delicate lassies
For ours is an era of crazy attention seekers, not lovers surrendering
*Yamuna, Padma, Kalindi, Matangi are rivers flowing across India and Bangladesh
Tamali Neogi
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