Moment to Moment

Moment to Moment

Tormented again in the moment;

Nothing remains forever,

Lingers thoughts in pain.

 Leaves flown all over

In the dust some remain,

Tormented again and again.

Tormented again in ecstasy;

Strings strummed in pain,

Every beat breaks the body 

Rises over and over again

Tormented again with beats;

Every step a story to tell,

Every arch reaches the sky,

The fingers sing the song of knell.

Brows shoot the arrows of love

Caught again in the mesh it dove

Tormented again and again.

Tormented again in rituals of yore;

Again they come, again they tore.

Streamers of heart, Confetti shower

Wet in tears under the bower.

Tormented again, here they stand-

The world revolves in the loveless band.

The whirlwind blows, creates the tempest

In she dives, a blur of wind.

Tormented again here they stand.

Mridula Das  4th September 2014

She-The Fire Born

Forming in the fire

She stopped!

Many similar visions she saw

Many such bodies burning bright’

Some in the name of fidelity,

Some for loyalty,

Many such more for courage

And maybe more for honour.

Standing in the fire,

She waited

Viewing the hazy hands

Folded in supplication

And stunned in awe.

A crown bowed in gratitude

Arms opened in awaiting

Standing the fire she saw

Glimpses of stills

Varied and unknown

Separate beads of the same chain

Maybe…

A hand with bows

A head bowing low

A laughing dice

A pain so slow.

A woman benign

Eyes so bright

A darkness glowing

In the blind sight.

A blue light

And a soothing smile

A gentle hand

And the seamless flow

Covering her dignity

As she sunk slow

Standing in the fire she saw.

Green forests

Magical ponds

Beautiful flowers

Ever ready pot.

Home and hearth

Love and pain

Alluring men

All together again

Monsters fought

Jealousies fraught

Burning anger

Actions of blunder

Dark arenas

Giant bodies

Good and bad

Fighting hard

Rolling flesh

Royal mess

Subdued man

Dharma’s cess

Love of many

Varieties galore

One with the mace and one with flower

Fish’s eye, speared red

Death beget

a bond in bed

separate fires

bathe in for each bier.

Standing in the fire she saw!

Yet one glow

The coat of gold

The eyes on fire and the

Hair so wild

The hand so steady

The bow so strong

Glowing white

Beckoned her from long

Jumped she out

The fire left behind

The visions difficult

She did not mind

‘My daughter’ said

the Bowed crown.

Delighted squeals

Broke all frown,

"‘Jagyanseni’ you are my dear

Coming out of the ritual fire"

‘My daughter, my redeemer

Come to me O deity

Your parents craved for your nativity’

Standing outside the fire she saw

Many more fires building anew

Knew she that was the walk

She needs to take

 in this New world of stake.

Standing outside the fire she saw

The burning fire within her raw!

(Poem Copyright Reserved @ mridula das)

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