how can i ever forget
those penetrating moist eyes
before we bid our final goodbyes.
ringing in my ears now,
are mellifluous incantations
flowing from the synchronized lips
of brahmin priests at this open air temple.
here,
i, as budhanilakanta
adorned with marigold flowers,
recline on a celestial snake,
pondering the blue print
for the next cycle of creation.
one hundred eight lamps
are waved in arcs
as salutations for me,
witnessed by humble devotees.
a spectacle to match
the fireworks of the Milky Way.
but it’s your chosen silence for now,
which resembles the night sky.
as i search for a melody
deep within me,
your face is the pure dawn i seek.
your haunting voice,
the raga, i yearn to hear.
can’t we immerse in the simple joys of human life?
can’t we just add a few more chapters to our cosmic love story?
© 2023
budhanilakantha: Vishnu on the cosmic serpent
yoga nidra: state of awareness within a dream
