Tandava And Lasya

Biographical

It was a stormy day, the rains banging against the glass
The transparent drops of blood gliding along the closed windows
A girl of fifteen sat near the window, staring outside
At the bridge and the cars, the smoke and the endless horizon.

The cacophony of Envy, the vicious bite of jealousy
The shriek of vanity, the roar of pride
The swaying of lust, the hunger of greed
All surround her, and she sat, alone
In the mighty world that was within.

Tainted was she too, in bits of lust and greed
But pure she was, her core, a saga of love since eternity
She glanced at the people around her, thinking
When, would she, be happy?

Beauty, she wasn't from outside
Her chest plain and her hands skinny
The hips that were round were laughed at
Her thick brows the sign of masculinity.

She was a virgin in her ideals, a girl whom a boy could never touch
Never kiss, neither hug out of gratification
But only looked, in mocking stares or crippling fear.

She wrote poems, her first ones, while her heart cried
She now thinks of those rejuvenating days, when pain drenched her soul
For her to become purer everyday
Until she was accepting herself.

She is still, tainted, but has come a long way
Accepted her, as she is
She knows to wait, she knows she has the secret
To eternal peace and happiness, salvation
She will unlock it when time comes.

Until then, reminisce the old days, and enjoy the present, and play the flute for the future!