Roseville Nidea
StarvationI looked closely at the waves
Moving forward to the shore--continuous Replacing one after the other. I listened. Beneath My microscopic senses Were surges, solid sounds Not distinct from the previous. All the seven seas have one and the same. I meditated. If I push Kamote to the soil That is on the surface of the earth, To a significant extent, Tomorrow, in the coming days--certain-- I Would have enough to rub My hungry hallow stomach, yet, Yet I must feed the starvation Of my mind, of my heart Of my soul, fathom The depth of the sea, grasp Every truth of its billows Even if they mean dying every day. To die--better die striving Strive to elevate transfigure the repeated pattern Of the sounds of the surges, Of the movements of the waves Before they reach the shore, than Walk on the seaboard like a monk. Brishma's Bed of Arrows
It seems you practiced asceticism:
stood in one toe in the snow for seven and ten years to learn the secret of my death. Then there, one day, you struck me With your hundred thousand arrows In such full accuracy, No space in my body Thicker than two inches Was not pierced; I fell from where I stood, Lying fully supported by The sharp-edged shafts, with No part of my body touching the earth-- And, I remain lying, Alive but dead. Love me better...
When I married you
I dared call myself not my own I dared my soul to bow For us to have a love-home; my every thought My every heart-stroke, to you they belong, Though from you, honesty I have not found; No steadfast heart was there to lean upon. My days went on, though rain never stops to fall Until a time when I found myself broken-down The moment when the sun did not show ‘Til the longest summer was done; In spur of moment I have thought Maybe I should stop counting Maybe I should stop from watching The sea waves from changing place With that which goes before To have your sweet embrace And again, in spur of moment I have thought, maybe, Maybe you can love me -- Better in death Shadow Behind
I searched you
In your deep Ample brown eyes Where thousands of Truths lie Beaming radiance I found Translucid it was; yet In one blink The mirror of truth --I doubted Figure of shadow Lies behind. Thin Line
One has a comely face
The other is an evil They say But, why I feel They are the same Extreme Distressing Makes me A fool Now, I don’t know The difference. Unforgotten
How many moments that our hearts would remember?
How many things that our minds would forget? - Blissful, sad, sweet, bitter - - Small, big, great - Some memories were forgotten, But this one little while--I can never forget; Nyx was our sole witness While the shallow water by the pond sang her song For our souls with content, And there was the wind that spread scent of a promise... A promise that I mused there was Only to find that there never is -- |
Weighing of the Heart
Open the door, Breaker of Bones!
The door did not easily open I was greeted instead By a giant scorpion, that I had to recite rightfully the spell for it To make it return to its genuine form. I was not a liar, I yelled! Slant light I saw, then I entered, only to find Another door Another giant scorpion And another incantation I had to recite And in every after slay, I confessed. If my scribe in me scribbled them on my scroll they would appear: I did not cheat I did not steal I did not inspire fear! This list could go on to forty-two, -- for the forty-two doors. Finally, I was greeted not by the monster But by the hawk-headed son of god; He guided me to the weighing scale Time to weigh my heart My heart should not be heavier Nor even lighter than The single feather of truth If it will be, I will be devoured by The half-crocodile-half-lion beast, waiting At the other side of the wall. This is the toughest test! I contemplate, Is it only the heart That should be put to the test To have eternal life in paradise, Because I have lived with wit and Not only with a heart. --Based on the Papyrus of Ani Absurdity
Foolish I was, to have
Looked in the mirror of your soul Dove into your core Swayed into your sweet song Foolish I was, to have Made myself a crystalline Let you conquer my domain Allowed you to marry my mind Now, all that foolishness All that absurdity of mine Are bringing me back on the brink On the brink of endless darkness Foolish I was, to have Once more believed In Odysseus and Penelope I forgot to remember That love -- Love seldom stays. Blade of Truth
In those days, as a thriving young adult
Every time a blade of truth made me bleed I had a burning desire to go back To a time when my world was fair and plain, When I had close connection with the earth With the bird, with the trees, with the green hills With the river, that when I bend over A water, to quench my curiosity I would behold in depth a pure maiden; Now, as an older requiring woman Every time a blade of truth makes me bleed I dream of a world -a far distant world --Better--that is not as it is today But I am being constantly pricked by The some irony of reality Of this present strange-animated-earth Convincing my one confused consciousness To stay, to know better, to understand To learn to compensate the loss of the Direct connection, -- to feel --, and not to Escape the ire, the wrath that causes the Anguish, ‘cause to feel the unpleasant sharp -- Is a pleasure of bearing dignity, Of giving birth to high forms of virtue. Truth
I took the huge responsibility
Of brushing others' souls Through my words; For that, I was bound to Speak only the truth. Tell me, Did I make a wrong choice Because I have only spoken to you The truth And You broke my heart Into smaller pieces –- Now, I am bleeding. |