Tandava And Lasya

Marriage of Love!

His skin draped in a shade of grey
A mound of Ash spread on his bahu
His forehead painted in the three lines
And the ever victorious Mrityunjaya walks

He got on his Nandi, mounting on the white serenity adorned with a tilak and golden jewellery
His Prabhu would now ask him,
"Take me to my love. Take me to the abode of Himavan, where I shall marry your mother."

His ganas, the disembarked, disheveled, distorted
Follow him with their cacophony and shrieking noises
The Devas and Brahma and Vishnu
Leading the bridegroom.

Meena sat on her terrace, looking at them all.
"Oh! Is that my daughter's husband?"
"No, mother, that's the Gandhravas",spoke the servant.
"Oh! Then, he must be. So beautiful and enchanting his gaze!"
"No mother, He is Shree Vishnu."
Thus, Meena thought
"How much more handsome must be he, my daughter's pati?"

Then, in a freshly killed elephant skin
Blood dripping from the skin, flowing down his thighs
To his Lotus feet, white and sublime
His eyes rolled back, in a intoxication with the self
So determined to dance in this cosmic great moment
His umber locks, his shrieking followers, the ghosts and the disowned
The Patanjali coiling around his neck
The rudraksha singing in mighty pride
The man, a yogi, a wild hermit to the faint sight.

"Oh! Is he my daughter's to-be husband? How can she marry him? Oh, look at his companions, his attire, his dazed, intoxicated self!"
And thus, she fainted.

Parvati came running to Shiva,
"Oh Lord, I accept thee as you are, even this vision that my eyes, and everyone else's see, yet, my vision breaks this and peeks inside of your heart, to find the Lord who has loved me."
Shiva smiled.
"What for you come to me, leaving the beautiful place of the new bride and its glory?"
"For, true it is, this frightening and hideous form that I love, has made my mother faint. For, I take you as you are, even as this, but for my mother's sake, today, come in a more enchanting, more sublime, serene and handsome attire. For her sake, please my Lord."
With a smile, his pink, snow tinted lips spoke, "As you wish, Parvati."

And then, he took the form of the most beautiful man on Earth
The nine feet tall, reaching the head of a horse
The moon now shining even brighter on his head
His bahu strong and golden
Radiating the aura of a great man
His chest wide and toned, His waist heaving a sigh of relaxation
The hearts of all the maidens began to beat in a thunderous joy
Gala were everyone who saw His form!

His matted locks gathered into a beautiful bun
His eyes, still lost in thought, drunk in the inner self
Intoxicated, rolling back, yet so beautiful, the eyes that made so many girl swoon.

He walked, to his mother-in-law, and she awoke
Her gaze fell on the most beautiful man on Earth
Who, lost in intoxicating, in a reverie so unknown
His beauty, oblivious to His beauty, He stood in front of her
His hands joining in a namaskara
So tall and handsome, so charming His smile
The jewels fade under His shine and beauty
Beauty, Beauty!
Somasundara!
Oh, the forever in a trance, Lord
Now He wedded his love.

Nandi dancing in glee and ecstacy
Narada singing hyms of love
Shree Vishnu doing the kanyadaan
The Gandhravas happily dancing to bring the spring
Under the Uttara Phalguni, the union took place!

The whole samsara a witness to the marriage of Mother and Father!