Swaying in abundance, the silken illusory draped in hues of sapphires,
Holding, withholding, losing, absorbing and reveling in its translucent powers!
The plentiful embrace of the waters, an adornment of azure!
Like a pendant enshrined in the ochre earth – the Mother’s desire?
Or the Father’s decision – unmoved, contained, unquestioned?
Discarded in the notion of ‘myth’ the ocean-bed throbs of a story still,
Where inhabitants of the mighty skies, clad in golden hues,
Savored in the land of immeasurable pleasures!
Seeking refuge in what was left, others hungered, wrestling for similar treasures!
Thus conceived in envy, consumed in pride,
Drunk in mammoth egos, the armies marched astride!
Cheers of seeming victory, melodious on one end, cacophonous, the other!
Until the Lord of the High Seas sprang forth beauteous objects,
Beyond one’s imagination,
In oblivion to one’s desires!
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
Ambitions re-visited, revived, redrawn
The armies halted the churning,
Audacious hands no sooner, thirsting for the celebrated drink!
Breaking the predicament of both half-humans and demons,
From the rarefied emerged a fanciful sight,
On softened sands, imprinting HER mirthful dance,
Thecosmos chronicled at HER crimson Feet!
Ivory wrists flowered in never-withering petals,
The symphonious ploy,
Shrouded in bangles, trinkets and tassels!
Swiveling like a wave, HER eyes – the adornment of azure!
The moving answer to one’s unsaid prayers!
Foiled strategies, furthered in foolery,
Saving the bountiful elixir in the guise of Mohini!
The affair with the seas, the fanfare that concluded,
echoes of the moment when the play was paused in uncertainty.
For the Lord of Nothingness now stepped forward,
hearingdesperate cries from the disillusioned warriors,
“For your seeking to stay alive in the lap of the four-petal Lotus, what’s a bowl full of vices - lust ‘n’ passion!”
Stirred in compassion, said HE, by the remnants of their devotion!
For when the prayer is stemmed in humility, held precariously by threads of hope, guarded by will, in search of the promised heaven,
The Father consumes even the venin!
It trickled, seeped, stayed forever
In HIS neck, the adornment of azure!
In the aeons that have passed, the jeweled throat glistens,
Resonates of a message, for the mortals ‘n’ the seers!
Life that appears like a reversal of fortunes,
Impediments, rough terrains,
Occasional streams to soothe the strains,
Journeys via innumerable woes en route to destinations undisclosed
Is nothing but tribulations – many from the past, misdemeanors of the present,
Or often, mere sanction of one’s frolics!
Accept the venin!
If HE could, so can you!
For the Father who rests in closed eyes,
Is guiding, caring always, forever watching his child!
* The Void is the region that surrounds the third energy centre in our subtle system, also called the ‘Ocean of Illusion’. The Oceans of the world are an indicative of the Void.