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You brought me back.
No gift more giving
Than innocent, silent
Thunder.
Copyrighted September 30, 2021 by Elisa Maria Argiro
Namita Kalita May 2014
I have a heart...
u can say .green heart...
I have a brain...
u can say ..green brain...
I have a mind...
u can say...green mind...
but...
I have many other things....
which is not green...
I am deconstructed....
I have Sattva, Rajas and Tamas...
which is White, Red and sometimes Black...
but
my thoughts are always Green...
Tamas
I began in my mother's womb  where darkness clothed me
still carrying taste of death upon my tongue I suckled and kicked free
there were dancing lights and tears in the Universe gathering me to life  
it didn't take long I did forget, I pierced the veil and wailed like a knife
Rajas:
I drank the nectar of the wild flower consumed the salinity of my goods  
entered into karma like a Gita in a wave of passion, no longer was I wood  
pulsing into life I sipped the juices of my passion and enjoyed the rays  
with third eye open I was guided through my living numbered days    
Sattva:
Like a pear tree laden with heavy fruit, life began to take its toll
like Saraswati I let go, then held on to a mala and a palm leaf scroll
swept away by a joy so pure, I found the core of love's own goal  
there was nothing else I needed so I climbed the lotus of extol

All lies melted away in the face of truth and revelation ,
I lost myself in worship, became a sweet oblation.
ghosts of cherry blossoms bloom beneath moonstone forest light
castles crumble and I’m losing the fight...
but I walk like durga with eleven watchful eyes
and each arm bears a weapon and it gives me such pain
but I know that
within me is a sword to cleave the chain

I ride the lioness of my good will.. and somehow im unbroken
claws for grace in every word of mine unspoken
trident in my heart to balance the three
Sattva, Rajas, Tamas
the superstar, the daughter, the bird that lives on the sea
all parts of me

Falls from the towers, wings in the dust
If tomorrow never comes, at least I’ve felt us
and i'm remembering love in a boat set to sail
and each tear is a pearl weighing down
Nicoles mermaid tale

maybe this pain is a beauty to bear
A burden that silver lines my murky water despair
Abuse and bruises.... the price of my musicality themed art
but in my brokenness, I start to restart
hopelessness whispers to me, but I hold the knife
A moonstone heart that still wants life

falls from the castle and my gown now rent and torn
Each arm a reminder that my body can be reborn...
If there’s a reason... I’ll turn it to song
A witch’s lament or an armor strong
Ill have to choose
I don't want let you go but sweetheart its
me or you

Boats of remembering drift on nights sea
pearls of sorrow clinking and clattering soft to my heart beat
I was near the edge..thought I’d taste the end
But found songwriting in the scars I can’t mend
If tomorrow never comes let me at least be
A goddess in ruin
still setting me free

Yes, this pain is the beauty I bear
Pearls on my nightstand, moonlight in my hair
Falls from the castle...I thee depart...
Broken and sacred.. this is my heart

Do I have a chance at life beyond my watery cage?
A sustaining soul to turn the page?
Or is the cost too heavy
will the light scorch and blind?
Mermaid caught in currents
torn between two kinds

I thee depart
This is my start

— The End —