Tandava And Lasya

The End(Last Poem of Tandava)

A little kid of four, walking on life's path
Made to see the atrocities committed against the weak
For years little kid had to bear the pain
On the mortal body and the immortal mind of the soul.

The little kid had broken so many idols
Never really realising, that it doesn't hurt God's body
But yes, it does hurt his heart!

The little kid could not understand it was fate
It was cruel destiny, that the kid had to see
Had to endure, and walk with the grieving
Without saying anyone what had happened.

Little kid now recalls whatever was done
By the mortal hands, the agonising lips
The bleeding emotions and a stormy night of life.
Little kid, with a little mind, could not understand , why God did all these.

Little kid blamed God, little kid wanted to defame him
Even, think of replacing him in afterlife!
Little kid suffered a lot, hurted God a lot
But even though little kid had a grudge against him,
Little kid never left God, neither did He.

Little kid always loved, so selflessly
That when little kid writes this, little kid
Thinks, how she often asks herself if her love for him is immortal, eternal, never-ending
Little kid now has the answer.

But little kid feels guilty. There is no one to
Calm her , convince her that whatever she did
Was out of sheer ignorance, intense pain a child feels
Except her own mind, which now pens down these words of love and pain,
Love and pain.

Little kid has grown up, she knows many people
Who have seen hideous crimes too
But Little kid also knows comparing wounds is not a true hero's virtue...

So she will not compare her bleeding to others.

Little kid now knows a lot, has done a lot
Has covered a mighty path, pricking thorns now kiss her
Because she is a warrior—not by the virtue of her invisible muscles
But her masked guts and love.

Little kid knows who she is, little kid knows Why she is!
Little kid knows she must be a reason
Why He loves to tell a tale of love

But little kid is clever, a bit afraid too
A staunch believer of time
Thus, whatever she speaks, she is spinning into them a riddle
Which only few can look through, look beneath
And so she is happy—she knows not everyone can
See what she does, know what she feels.

But she waits too, to meet the people, or even if one
Who will know what she does, what she sees
And together, they will fight the world's evil
Through tales spun with feelings

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Biographical? Yes, yes.

You know why I am so partial towards Rājan? Because, he is like a part of me. The darker, guilt stricken side, which strives to be better and self-loving

I am ending this series of poems, and will be starting a new one. I thought of focussing on Me and God today, before ending

Stories are dark, and they have secrets. All of mine, are with Him❤

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And from here, Lasya begins!