Tata kim, Tata kim
Tata kim, Tata kim
Jingling bangles, with her twinkling eyes
Drunk feet, absorbed in a cosmic dance
Hands entwined, with the ash-dorned Yogi
Dances Paravati, atop Kailasha, smiling.
He swinged her around, in a soft embrace
His palms now coloured scarlet by her alta
Like a splash of sindur on his camphor-white body, now touched by her maya.
Her anchal flying freely, liberated from any restraint
His matted locks tickling her hands, shyama in her shades
Her orange forehead brighter under his loving gaze.
His rudraksha mala taking circles round the neelkantha
The revered lord who was the Nataraja
Now matching his steps with his serene half, the mother of our samsara.
She His Maya, His trance, His light and love
The sister of His companion Krishna
He Her greatest Jewel, Her heart, the man who makes her blush
He the reason the Veena of her heart had sung.
So they dance, and dance, and dance
Atop the white Kailasha
And the ganas, the Gandhravas, the ragas and raginīs
Look at them, in wonder.
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Tandava And Lasya
PoetryThe 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...
