Is this an exception? Isn’t inter-caste marriage a taboo even today in the Indian sub-continent? Being born into two contradicting castes yet mad in love for each other, they knew their kith and kin would let them not live together. They decided to go far away from the inhuman world. They knew they’d be easily tracked were they to travel by bus or train or airplane. They walked through the hills and vales eating from the plants, drinking from the streams, and resting under trees. Lo! They surrounded them. The villains of love! Torturing them, slaughtering, they threw them in the Holy River who could not swallow up their holy bodies rather floated them in procession.
hands held together
two lovely wedded angels
to eternity
“Since formation in 2014, Telangana has witnessed at least 50 murders related to inter-caste love liaisons and marriages” – Deccan Chronicle, Thursday, June 10, 2021.
10 June 2021
Categories:
deccan, abuse, life,
Form: Haibun
Limerick : Once a President of Bolivia
Once a President of Bolivia
Frothed oblanceolate green saliva
Must dream was Ashoka*
On Andes throne Inca
That’s how COCA-cola drug India.
*ASHOKA, b. circa 304 BCE (reigned: 273-232 BCE): King of Magadha,
was the first great commoner Buddhist Emperor
of India which, then, extended from Afghanistan
to Bengal, and from Nepal to Southern Deccan.
Among his recorded edicts : concern for the peoples’
welfare ; medical attention for the needy ; arboured
thoroughfares ; nomination of officers to oversee
morality and magistrates ; forbade the slaughter of
animals for food or for religious purposes ; required
the reconciliation of all religious tendencies ; wanted
everyone to practice compassion and charity towards
one another and to follow the laws of the Dharma or
Righteousness ; and drew attention to the vanity of
glory and emphasised the supreme aim of Life itself.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
deccan, devotion, religious, religious, drug,
Form: Limerick
Haiku
…My City Hyderabad
Same stories in books
Same thoughts I read time again
Missing myself
Those old lanes
Those dim lit windows above
My city glows
Rickshaw-puller leads
My thought to its destination
In city lanes
High minarets rise
Call of muazzin rings the city
Some bells too
Domes lit on Eid
Windows lit on Diwali
Welcomes Santa Claus
Drank Irani chai
Haleems and Briyani for lunch
Dinner at Medina
Hyder to Sikandar
The twin city echoes the diversity
Deccan at heart
Far from here
Lives my mother, my family awaits
Net call
Call that recalls
My memories on every visit
Sometimes in tears
Qutubs shahs to Nizams
Rich past and subtle digital future binds
My city Hyderabad
24.01.2011
Categories:
deccan, faith, holiday, nostalgia, places,
Form: Light Verse