Jul 2013
I long for your cooling embrace
After the relentless flames of the world;
Give me repose, Mother Ganga, for I come to your arms as ashes. 1
Increasingly irksome was the mortal garb,
And the silken ties too tight.
The skein has unravelled,
And I am one with the sky and the stars,
Those symbols of eternity;
Have left behind mortal playmates, fickle emotions...
My pen sobs
And I lack the courage to speak the truth,
To let it know
That it has finally run dry, and I, empty.
Words fail me, like the 'Brahmastra', at vital moments. 2
Perhaps I, too, carry the curse
Of some Bhargava ? *2
After the relentless flames of the world;
Give me repose, Mother Ganga, for I come to your arms as ashes. 1
Increasingly irksome was the mortal garb,
And the silken ties too tight.
The skein has unravelled,
And I am one with the sky and the stars,
Those symbols of eternity;
Have left behind mortal playmates, fickle emotions...
My pen sobs
And I lack the courage to speak the truth,
To let it know
That it has finally run dry, and I, empty.
Words fail me, like the 'Brahmastra', at vital moments. 2
Perhaps I, too, carry the curse
Of some Bhargava ? *2
1: "The river Ganga is highly revered in Hindu culture. Referred to as Ganga Mata or Ma Ganga ("Mother Ganga"), the Ganga is not merely a river to Hindus, but rather a Goddess whose divine purity cleanses all the past sins and karma of anyone who washes themselves with her waters, aiding their path towards liberation. Ganga plays a very important role during the death of a Hindu. As her water is believed to free one's soul from all past sins and karma, Hindu pilgrims will travel long distances to immerse the ashes of their loved ones in her waters to allow the deceased to move on, peacefully and smoothly, from this world."
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