I offer them at the lotus feet
of the Mother of the Universe.
Gentle blues of the skies move out
And Surya slowly rises from slumber
in its captivating regal glory,
I behold the golden complexioned goddess
set in stone with a benevolent smile.
My anklets lay at her feet
with turmeric and vermillion coating
some of those melodious bells.
A sweet summer breeze blows by.
A bell jingles and a lotus from her garland
falls to the brown earth at my dust laden feet.
A jingle of bangles and anklets,
A low hum of a mysterious yet beautiful tune,
A voice that I can recognize anywhere –
Draped in silks and gold,
fragrant garlands around her limbs,
She steps outside to my courtyard,
A very humble stage for the one
who is the abode of this entire Universe.
The sun makes her ornaments gleam,
yet her moon-like face is the brightest.
My anklets are around her feet
in this illusionary world?
Beauty, intelligence, riches and power,
And by the bright yellows of dawn
I see her dance in my courtyard.
Wherever her feet travel, little blooms arise
and where her hands softly touch,
She twirls round and round
And I see the might cosmic Gods
Swirling around her magnificence.
Her veil, the illusionary veil,
which she playfully casts
of her beautiful braided hair.
the slayer of Mahishasura.
She is the dark one, Kali,
Her dance of grace and elegance
transforms to a dance of death and destruction.
She is Shivatrinayani and Maheshwari.
She leaps and twirls with her trident
and her anklets and the temple bells ring
Just like the eternal forces of nature.
Devi is Nitya, the eternal one.
I, a mere mortal woman, a devotee
akin to the turmeric and vermillion on her feet
watch the goddess dance in all her glory.
I see all the worlds and this vast universe
And maybe it is really true:
That everything in the world dances.
Laasya performs in every object,
in the largest to the very smallest.
And then I see the radiant one
I see my world in her hand
And clasp her hand tightly.
Which daughter lets go of her mother’s hand?
Stars and galaxies, planets and cosmic bodies,
Fire and snow, gods, demons and mortals,
And this is the Dance of Realisation.
The music, the drums and the bells slowly fade
But the dancing soul now awakened
I see, I hear, I dance, I understand everything now.
The Devi twirls, spins, sings, smiles and laughs
And finally heads to her abode, to Shiva, her life.
My life, a thread in her hands,
I now submit to her eternal play
I haven't written poetry in a while now. Somehow I couldn't capture this in a story format, it felt bland and very large and long. I didn't like it. The poem format perhaps gives me a little peace to form the vision I once had a few years ago while meditating on the goddess. I will obviously edit this later for the book, but for now here's the first draft poem for the book
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