It was the cemetery— peaceful and calm
Where life and death walk hand in hand
No chaos, no argument, no clashes
Just You and Me, Death and Life
Their story is so sad, they can never be one
Unless this māyālok ends, and they have none to call as their incarnation
But again, the question lingers, if they do really meet somewhere, sometime?
This, the neverending story of Death and Life.
Similarly, can the good ever love the bad?
Can the good ever see all the faults in the beast, and still think him fit for her love?
Will the Good ask for Justice, ask Lord to punish the Bad?
Or even if Good wishes for it, will the love change ever?
Death and Life, Good and Bad
So polarising entities, such opposite thoughts
Two extremes, but both are needed for survival
To get the nectar of Liberation.
#Gāndharvi💔Hāmal
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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...
