The Shiva’s Mourning
They tell me its all over.
The night of horror. The enraged cosmic dance.
The horizon is on fire, the earth has shaken,
Blood and skeleton in every direction.
Here, I am calling your name,
Oh Sati! Oh My beloved Sati.
They tell me its all over. The night of horror.
The tides are low, the sky is still grey,
The Sun is mustering courage to cast his rays.
Here, I am sobbing your name.
Here is my each restless cell, every sore muscle sobbing your name.
Oh Sati! Oh My beloved Sati.
They tell me its all over.
The sky is filled with your laughter, the earth smells of your perfume,
But my tides are still low, my horizon is still in fumes.
Here, I am inhaling your name,
Oh Sati! My beloved Sati.
Let me carry you, My adorable, until eternity.
10 February 2019
Categories: Mindfulness, Poetry