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Prelude
This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction……………..What was
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story.
When the Universe was in danger 1 of 4
The cascading spring of poetry or anger, start flowing,
When pain got absorbed, in one’s mind and heart,
And the agonies of heart, show their somber face,
When they dance on the lips, while words take shapes.01
The utterance becomes a melody or a loud voice of thunder,
Depending upon the depths, of pain and piercing thorns,
When tears start rolling from eyes, without stopping for a while,
Like the streams which keep flowing, without ever stopping.
When the waves of pains, strike high touching the air and,
The separation from love splashes against the sky,
It takes shape as a pain of heart, and goes-up like high waves or,
It burst like heated lava, coming from a Volcano’s chest. 03
Suppressed pain strikes the rocks, when they comes on its way,
The sea of turmoil creates a fearful noise, while hitting the rocks,
The anger then burst, like the sea surf covering the mighty rocks,
To engulf everything coming, before the raging mind and heart. 04
Considering the end to save the lives, the earth started shouting loudly,
As if the Tandava Nritya*, had started to engulf the earth,
O Please Stop, You are the God of creation & destruction too,
Have mercy, O Shiva*, O Please stop, your Tandava Nitrya,*
Or else the whole earth would forever come to a halt. 05
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14h Feb 2011 to continue in 2/8
Clarifications:
Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus, who is also the source of all creations and
distractions. Shiva’s Tandava is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the
destroyer of the universe.
*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction
Behind the moon, where hunters hunt
In secret, the whiff of boiling lipsticks
Chastises the lungs of scorpions.
Murals hang on battered doors of
Decrepit banners, hoisted by dust-swept
Elements of colours –etched and painted.
Drums are sober, frightening withered
Hands that beat them to lean delirium.
Rotten eggs hatch on their own,
Their shells, white-toothed fragments of
Lost archives, posted with the obituaries
Of totems of muted art.
The silence on the moon haunts.
That on the back of the moon sears,
Sears incoherently,
All agonies of a wasted age with fires,
Moon fires, old and ravenous,
Which smelt the vagaries of a
Limitless anxiety.
I saw, indeed, aside a Sisyphus – stone
A lonely old little daisy standing alone
Fading and dying and nearly decaying
Closer to the brink of its grave bending
In her heart seemed a caterpillar, hanging
Suffering its final stage of pupating
Chrysalis cocooning grasping rasping
Jumping, humping and its fluid-pumping
Fast, haste, rapid, relentless, impatient
Fluent, steady, stringent, persistent
The start of its life, it appeared
Could, rather, be its utter end
It really did not want to die
Rather, it yearned to survive
This was the great reason why
Its undergoing tensions high
All these difficulties struggles and strives
Pains and agonies and agitations
Struggling, striving, senile suffering
Death, resurrection and life-giving
It emerged into a beautiful butterfly
And flew away above in the colorful sky
What a meticulous metamorphosis!
Birth-death-resurrection life-synthesis!
We arrived with expectations of triumph
There were agonies, desperations and tears
Coloring the hills with melancholy shades
Erasing the imaginings of soldier’s anguish
Embracing loss from the heights of passion
Where worries win and misery invites pain
To grasp the soul with a sense of forbode
Whispering despair through breaths of air
Filled with black dread and amber silence
Created in the hearts of those who shall kill
The sons of chaos who reach for a chance
To divide and conquer – defeat the wretched
Wickedness of those who long to succeed
Reach victory along the front lines where
Gettysburg soldiers are drifting along paths
Of loss and sorrow, fears of all that has past
And the tomorrows that are filled with knowing
Death is a friend to those who defy it with
Mercies murmuring and sighing, silencing
Each breath of hope that finds its way to the
Surface where there are only defeated desires
Drenching the spirit with gloom that comes
From losing every battle to the one who will
Finally overthrow the light with darkest night
The Battle of Gettysburg was fought July 1-3, 1863 in and around Gettysburg, Pennsylvania by Union and Confederate Soldiers during the American Civil War. This battle involved the largest number of deaths during the war and is often described as the war's turning point. The North won this battle with General Lee's forces.
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Dragon tears you come from inside a fountain
the burning fire hot trails down the mountain
where agony aches behind a great wall imprisoned
alone cold pearls drop iced have pity on a poor soul
The gatekeeper prods with hot irons branding
worthless within the flesh a pain turns cruelly
Into hell's inferno twisting knots in the guts begging mercy
have pity on the suffering fool playing the violin striking cords
in a flash captured with strings attached
A joker caught in the darkness chained to agonies madness
its there that the banshee wails crying into the night
in the morning dew you remain salted upon the grass
Lost in the land without a loving heartbeat to be found warm
the spirit of cold nightshades paints from the decaying corpse
walking around afraid of the light shining with love
A Song from my book in progress - The Boatman’s Song
Its part 1 to 26 already on Poetrysoup.
NOTE: For my Poetry Soup friends: I may not be posting any comments and new
Poems from 18th Feb onwards owing to a minor eye surgery I would be under going
On 19th or 20th. Feb. As such I hope to resume my writings around Feb. last. Till then
I would be taking a short leave from all of you. With love……. Ravindra
A Song
O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
How blooming you feel in the wake of spring
My heart is still in the grip of autumn
Trying to wipe out the hidden agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains
O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
The Earth is spreading its beauty in the colors of spring
And yellow flowers of mustard are singing a tune of love
The Sun has started spreading bright light on everyone
To wipe out some of my agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains
O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
The colors of Holi* are waiting to get mingled in water
And the beloved hearts are trying to embrace their lovers
Dipped with the heart touching color of Tesu*
Which arouses powerful sensations in every lover
To get lost in the arms or dreams of their beloved
To wipe out some of my agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains
Ravindra
Kanpur India 15th February 2010
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*Vasant = Spring
*Ritu = Season
Holi* = Color festival of Hindus in which water colors made from flower
Tesu only used to be played to truly celebrate Holi. Use of other
types of colors are a distorted form of Holi and should not be played.
*Tesu = A natural flower which leaves its colors when dipped about 12 hours
Have a beautiful enchanting effect on the skin and mind of its players.
Now very rarely used during Holi in India, but it leaves a lasting
impressions on the one who plays Holi from Tesu colors.
Pristine & white papyrus reams,
No more cradle words of my wanting dreams.
Recalled moments penned have been left at distance behind,
The dog eared papyrus now conceals folded words that spilled out of my mind.
Sad my sorrow dipped nib, that writes these rhymes,
Words flow and my feelings melt and are sublime.
Images of you blur in my mind,
But my love for you is mad and blind.
Agonies brimming ache festoon my heart a whole,
To be with you my, heart’s lone goal.
Yells and shrieks erupt within me and my love it screams,
On its vibrating decibels I try to cradle my dreams.
Nostalgic remembrance
Seeking a second chance…………………………..
In a moment, yes a moment, I want you to close your eyes….
Though first, you must breathe deeply, in and out, slowly
Taking in the scent of this moment…let the cool air drink you
Rest your jaw; loosen its tension, and roll your shoulders gently, allowing them to feel,
Yes, feel, each little particle, each essence of caress…let it press…let it press…
Until you are one with them, rightly so, as insignificant as they seem, as important you all are!
In a moment, I will ask you to close your beautiful eyes,
Yes, the eyes that wander into seas of words, seas of colors, and seas of truths…
Though before facing the darkness under your lids,
You must hold on…no, not cling, hold…and embrace, the absolution of love
Cradle it, nurture it, and taste its wonders ever embedded around your weakened soul
It is a weakness you feel, though cannot control…the weakness that leads to letting go….
Sometimes we fall in thin air, because we fail to hold…. Yes, hold, so we can let go…
So we can let go….and behold the beauty that has long waited to touch us
In a moment, I want you to close your eyes,
Though in relaxing your body and soul of all its past agonies, sorrows, trials and tremors,
I want you to imagine them open,
To a light so proverbial , the angels forgot to inspire mortal to put its presence in verse
So strong, it leaves the world we know behind
That eternal moment only you understand,
Only you can imagine…
Do not turn away from the thought when your eyelids beg to be lifted
You must hold them there, in all composure of heart
In a moment, so near, you must ready the soul without fear
Without tears, tremors, trepidation…
You are ready to face your revelation
Now close your eyes…
Pristine & white papyrus reams,
No more cradle words of my wanting dreams.
Recalled moments penned have been left at distance behind,
The dog eared papyrus now conceals folded words that spilled out of my mind.
Sad my sorrow dipped nib, that writes these rhymes,
Words flow and my feelings melt and are sublime.
Images of you blur in my mind,
But my love for you is mad and blind.
Agonies brimming ache festoon my heart a whole,
To be with you my, heart’s lone goal.
Yells and shrieks erupt within me and my love it screams,
On its vibrating decibels I try to cradle my dreams.
Nostalgic remembrance
Waiting &Seeking a second chance…………………………
You're eyes drew me in,
As well as your smile.
Your hope set me free,
And my soul now runs wild.
Wild as the wind
That I feel graze my face.
A once wandering soul
Which has now found her place.
Your arms a safe haven,
As you wipe falling tears.
You comfort me wholely,
Help me face all my fears.
You've taught me a bravery,
I didn't know I possessed.
But you've driven me onward,
Helped me conquer life's quests.
I was fueled by self hatred,
My agonies pressing.
But your lyrics of kindness,
Has me now second guessing.
I wondered how long,
I would live in such pain.
But your patience and grace,
Brought a season of change.
You showed me the light,
That I thought had been lost.
And I now can press forward
Be happy without cost.
The air that I breathe now,
It tastes a bit sweeter.
The hopes and the dreams
In my mind are much clearer.
The gift of motivation
Such a priceless gesture.
I am so very thankful,
For your loving, kind, nature.
I cannot express
All the thanks that I have.
I can conquer, prevail
And then never look back.
My babies, they need me,
And you've lifted me up.
So I can value myself
And climb out of this rut.
I promise your efforts,
They will not be wasted.
I'm taking ahold -
Of my life, and will chase it.
I'm ready to flourish
For my kids and I.
And hope you will stay,
So we can win - side by side.