#vana parva

[yudrilsthira]

This is like the only good blog on this website please never log off

unfortunately i fucked up bad & tomorrow they're exiling me for 12 years to theforest.party a misconfigured mastodon instance for "political furries"

[snarp]

man what is your problem

[fromedennn]

don’t look back

lot and his wife / orpheus and eurydice / inazagi and inazami / haku and chihiro / yama and sivitri

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

It is dark within the cottage, That we inhabit in the woods, And it would have been darker,and grimmer, Had it been bereft of your warmth. There you lie, adorning the softest rushes, That I could find, To provision whatever meagre comfort, You might just obtain from therein. And as I look at you, while trying to cocoon you, In my arms, I watch, A distinct tranquility settle on your weary features, A tranquility which finds solace only in slumber,  Drifted, and segregated from the noise, and din of the daylight, A tranquility that clandestinely props up, In the bosom of night, A tranquility, pure, soft, sweet, and dreamless, Much akin to what you were,  Before that benighted evening, Snatched away your innocence. Oh, Panchaali, sweet Panchaali! Agnijyotsna, Ayonija, born of fire, Oh, Panchaali, Yajnaseni, Begotten by the Gods, Oh, Panchaali, eternally pure! What else can I say? What apology earnest enough, Can I offer? To amend the ravages caused to you! Panchaali, consort of the Pandavas! Panchaali, the mistress of the Palace of Illusions! Panchaali, the empress of Aryavarta! Reduced to a mere commodity! Left to be objectified, In the name of ethics! Denigrated to be pawned, In the hands of hackneyed laws! Made to be shamed, Rendered helpless, In the garb of soulless ethics! But, oh, what right have I, To blame the ethics, What words have I to demonstrate my contempt, For the law of the land? The law, That the Son of Dharma, Could not defy, The law, In which, the wielder of the Gandiva bow, Stayed shackled in, The code, That rendered us speechless, And wordless, when the Kaurava, Sought to disrobe our honour. And, the obedience and adherence, that acted as catalysts to, The entire functioning of the decree. Where, oh where, I ask myself, Where was I? Where was my strength of the thousand elephants so famed? Where was my grit? Where was my skill with the mace? Panchaali, you know not, When that hand, Stretched to touch your sacred tresses, How earnestly, How fereverently did I wish to chop them off, From the very torso they stood rooted to! You know not, How dearly, I wished to pound that mouth to the earth, That, so shamelessly, Pronounced you to be a slave to his desires, And how I wished to chop the head that, Dared call you, A 'whore'! Panchaali, my hands stood tied! My valour shamed! My pride, stripped, stark naked! The moment, those hands, Tugged at your robe! He could not have disrobed you, Since in the Omnipotent lies your rescue! But, why did He have to intervene? When his vassals bound to you by celestial, heavenly vows, Sanctioned by those very ethics, That had you enslaved! Now, as your matted locks, Still dark as the night, Sprawl on the damp floor, With their lotus fragrance, Seeping through my nostrils, I am reminded, of the purpose, The reason, that these lungs still pump breath into my physical being, Wanton, though it may seem, To desire the slaughter of one's own kin, But, Panchaali, Obedience, and adherence, have bound me once, And now, they manacle me no more! Panchaali! Yajnaseni! Draupadi! Sired by the fire, Pure as those flames which consume all, Remember, my love, That you are the fire that they audaciously played with! And, fire left to the whim of the wind, Incensed and sparked, left at its humour, Laves even the densest, and the scariest of the woods in its wake! Considering naught, but its purpose! And that is exactly, What my pursuit requires of me!

Vrikodara

Arpita Biswas