Drowning In Memories .

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

Abandoning everything,
I spend my days in contemplation.
The leaves that had fallen
have grown back again.
Back and forth,
the seasons have changed.

They watch me awestruck.
Every human and every being,
Even the trees and the ever flowing streams.
Not knowing how to bring me back.

I might already have lost my life,
loving you with such utter devotion.
It seems like ages,
since I’ve been waiting .
Lost, completely lost in your thoughts.

This couldn’t be just one lifetime.
I might already have lost a hundred lives.
And yet, I breathe,
only to drown myself
all over again,
in the memories of your love.

Dreams of a Lost Lover .

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

In that faraway land of dreams,
where we spent lifetimes together,
I saw you again last night.
After God knows how long a separation,
only this time to be your bride.

I knew it wasn’t in this century
for I could hear no horns
and feel no comforts of luxury.
Only the laughter of our families,
who were going to become one like us.

And the tender touch of the evening wind,
which I was sure had surrounded you too,
in the awe of your presence.

There was no loud music blaring,
only the women singing and making
melodies, with everything at hand.

I passed them by with a lamp in my hand,
but a veil over my face.
I could wait no longer to be near you.
So as you had had it whispered,
I came running through those dusky streets,
bare feet, and breathing heavy.

The temple of Mahakal
where you had asked me to meet you ,
was where I prayed day and night.
wishing for none other than you.

And then , when I saw that look
in your eyes, standing in front
of the Shivalingam,
I instantly became one with you,
and my Mahadev, who brought you to me.

Where She Belongs .

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

Her eyes sparkled like stars,
with hopes and dreams
of another life.
She didn’t belong
to the world she lived in.
No, she didn’t.

Every night,
she let herself sway away
with the cool breezes,
under the moonlit sky.
Surrounded by the hustle bustle
of the new age life.
She knew, she didn’t belong
to the world she lived in.

So she let herself
escape in her mind.
A white cloth wrapped
around her body,
the ghungroo bells ringing,
dancing her way into the world
where she did belong.

To her beloved,
and on her lips,
a sweet song.

Through Unspoken Words .

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

Painting by Raja Ravi Varma (19th Century)

They had met only in dreams.
Dreams of a distant time,
when machines hadn’t yet
taken over life .
And much was said,
through unspoken words.

Their eyes did the talking,
as they stood in a crowd.
The temple bells ringing,
declaring their rise in love.
And much was said,
through unspoken words.

The letters that she handed him,
smelt sweet like her body.
And the winds that played with her sari,
ignited a smile on his face,
which then took her breath away.
And much was said,
through unspoken words.