The Death of Amala
“The sun has dimmed, the moon has begun to blaze; Oh, why has the sky begun to thaw out?
I am standing motionless, the earth has begun to travel; My heart has thumped, my breath has begun to impede; Oh, is this my first adore? Beloved, is this my first love?”
Amala; daughter of Nector pulls that red veil and covers the illusionary beauty of calm and quiet. With eyes that can summon any beast, gracefully she travels the lush meadows. A pace or two slower today; a race or few more today. The splendour at the pinnacle breath taking; beckoning Amala to remove those mock feet; make them happy to a beat.
Amala kisses the skies with her vocal magic; Krishna weaves it in a tune with his bamboo flute. Stone after stone she steps.... shrub after shrub she taps... Her bosom letting go of the noise from the day before; so many bruises she has carried for a decade or so... Lost in the ‘suficious’ beauty of those melodious charms, high toward the skies reach those petite fine-looking arms. Movement of feet a hammer higher, a pitch so soothing; the forest beasts breathe no more the aggressive fire.
Engrossed in the moment of melodious tranquillity.... they move... they move...and they move... covering mountain after mountain, river after river, meadow after meadow... Alas a shadow.
Bleeding feet feels Amala not; glaring eyes sees Amala not.
Krishna flutes away, never had he witnessed such a mesmerising day...Alas from a distance rises the pitch of thorny roses... Kaalhaar chants...
“This moment is beautiful, everything is changing; Dreams are falling into real life
Is this bond of ours centuries old? For in such a way I am meeting you...”
The glaring eyes in a moment of its own, high, so high that he believes a lie.
Imprints of bleeding feet, red as can be, a montage created, even Krishna can see. All heavens freeze; Amala rejuvenates with Radha’s gentle breeze.
“Love's season will remain like this always; Meet me like this, birth after birth”
Krishna amazed, in the feet of Amala hazed. A breath of lullaby, to slumber Krishna compelled to retire.
Glaring opportunist eyes ‘fiercified’
“I am standing still, the earth has begun to move... My heart has beaten, my breath has begun to stop. Yes, this is my first love.
A veil of impenetrable darkness engulfs the scene hiding those glaring beans... A nightingale chirps, a tone of alarm; reaches no stature and wings burst. Amala fails, glaring pair closer entails. A grasp so strong, a pull so fast; feet stop, the bleeding not...
Delicate curves plunge and embrace the turf; glaring eyes ready to surf... Two nightingales chirp; tones of alarm; reaches no stature and wings burst.
The red veil leaves its abode; steel hands press on the bleeding load, a breath taken away, surreptitiously hands move and remove all that looked gay. Pure eyes meet the dark; three nightingales chirp and so does the lark; tones of alarm; reaches no stature and wings burst.
Kaalhaar chants...
“The ocean has become thirsty, night has begun to awaken; Even in the heart of a flame, fire erupted.”
A load so heavy ascends the delicate bosom, breathing hard the pure one bleeds from the eyes; Krishna in slumber lies....
The montage of imprints on mother earth flies; bleeding, bleeding, bleeding Amala in her purity dies.
A shrill cry ‘Ami’ presents the sky. Krishna awakens but Amala chooses to die.
“I am standing still,
The earth has ceased to move
My heart has stopped beat,
My breath has begun to end. “
The sun has dimmed;
The moon has begun to burn the sky”
Now surely nativity after nativity in me love shall die...
A story based on a dream; about a romantic soul, so calm yet prevailing in creativity of song and graceful dance. Like everything of earthly beauty withers, the poor soul is robbed of her first love; raped of her beauty. The good Samaritans fail thus the death of purity; she shall love no more.
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