The first poem is the Winner of Yoga Mythology contest
"The pang of separation, the loss of love...
A peek at the story of Shiva and Sati from Hindu mythology through a poem."
I decided to not end this book and continue it.
The central theme is spi...
When you think of yourself with the one you love You feel happy, as if you have got all You had wished, and nothing more to please the soul. Then comes realisation, that sweet dreams are dreams after all, You may not be able to meet the one. You can be a fool, a mortal, someone deep in the sins But you can repent after all? Will you be able to reach where you dream of being? Somewhere white and Serene Quiet, and give it a touch of red Of your saree draped,and a handful of Sindur On your forehead. So I again come back from dreaming Maybe not this life, but next time will it be? Do I even know myself? Or is it a dare I take? To dream so , yet this is not sinful Neither should all those deeds unknown stop me from pursuing you. Can I get one glimpse this life? Just once, maybe before I die Is it paining me to feel so far That it is not worthy of the Lord of this Sangsar. I am helpless, one day I thought I may not feel this Slowly days went, and I feel what was destined I foolishly wishing you, and thinking and sewing dreams That may be so far, you know.. I can go on, pulled by strings of harsh judgement and naive dreams Sinful mind and devoted dreams Mind of a man and the heart of a devotee A lover I see, and a wish so big that my heart aches that I may not reach But it is not easy, I need to wait maybe for some lives to come Then can I reach where I dream myself sitting On your left, in white, serene.
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