But tell me, my kind lady.
Haven't there been tales of love among mortals and gods?
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He's so majestic as he walks the walk of a lion's skid,
A mane of the pitambara on his cloud hued skin, hark!
I loved all weird contrasts, yes I did
But little did I know the realm of golden dark
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And he comes to me in the slows of times,
Can you hear the wind chanting his name in the chimes?
I may be delusional, my dwelling a world apart
But honey, oh honey, delusion like this can take your heart
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He walks with his queen, the crux of his being
Don't feel her soul, don't feel her presence
A enigma so pure, never for unseeing
Good Lord she takes it all, no more quiescence
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Come stir awake the thing, a thousand years old
Come man hued dark, come woman of gold
Pull it out, pull it now
The one who's resting, on a broken bough
Come stir awake the thing, a thousand years old
Come man hued dark, come woman of gold
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HAPPY DIWALI MY LOVES !
Clarity- Why did I write a majestic walk and a skid together? Well you know Rama, he's so proficient and in control, walking with a whole vibe. And then as Krishna, he's sliding and swaying and fluid in movement. You can see how he stands upright as Rama with the bow over his shoulder, and then as Krishna he's just tilted a bit with his legs crossed. Hari is amusing people. I hope you get it.
I'll never love anything I've written as much as I love this-
The last paragraph blew me off cause well I'm a gone woman
Of course I wrote this for ShreeHari but this is dedicated to a very special person Ramayana_lover who is my Dami bhai,
She's helped through a lot of overwhelming days, and we've been high together. There's not many people who you can share and vibe with and those you give heed to your HariLove.
To angst and forever!
*cheerio*
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Upkatha
Historical FictionThe breezes were fluid in their dances. Birds sang in their chime like voices, swelling at the glories of their Natha. The sun was never harsh in its sheen. The autumn sunshine that you'd bask in. The entire Prakriti would breathe the name of Rama...
