Found- A Beauty

8. || Lion ||

Skin that blazes out fire
Water sizzling over,
Turning to rabid vapour,
Mind malfunctioning,
Love like never before,
Love like burning ice,
Love like freezing fire,
But Love.
Love.

The shower spewing water,
Glazed glacier cold drops,
That fall over my skin,
Boils on impact.
Scorching my skin.
And turning to rabid vapour,
Fire from within.
Fire of life and love.
Fire of guilt and grief.
Fire of more Love.
More Love.

Warm tears and cold drops,
Dribbling hand in hand,
Like long lost relations,
I try leashing my emotions.
And then try not to.
As broken sobs shake my soul,
And unlatch the long lost feelings,
Which pour out faster,
Faster than the waves of Mandakini,
Faster as more love kindles,
Yet More Love.

My fiery thoughts fire away,
Into the vastness of Eternity.
Within the fickle reach of,
That Beautiful Lion God.
Half Lion, Half Human.
Tall and lovely; Fiery, for one.
Mane of magnificent gold,
More enticing than the unseen
Surreptitious twinkles of midnight,
Wrenching my mind away,
Into inexplicable depths of bliss.
Bliss, and more Bliss.

Sharp nails that tore into,
The entrails of a father gone wrong,
Those nails pulling the strings
Of my stingy soul like a Veena,
Wringing out a melody of Love.
Deep and mellifluent,
Cascading and echoing within
The unfelt vaults of my heart.

Dilated eyes of molten gold
Sensual and serene,
Blazing like my own soul,
Yet calming in a real way,
Godly aura, surrounding divinity
Embracing the unstable waves,
Of my capricious mind
Smoothening softly the fire,
Reducing the intensity,
Of all the blinding emotions,
Of all the burning feelings,
Of all the boiling tears,

Embracing my unstable waves,
Absorbing my turbulence,
Into His timeless void.
Into His Eternal Ocean.
Love from Him.
That goes back to Him.
Sucked back into infinite claims.
These unruly thoughts,
That race through,
My heart and head,
Leaving a gaping chasm
Within me.

I think of Narasimha,
Just once more,
To fall into maddness,
Just once more,
I think of that half Lion,
Just once more,
To fall in Love.
With my Narasimha.
Narasimha of the fiery form,
Ethereal and feral at once,
Towering over
Narasimha of the enticing wild,
Loving and raging
Just Him

My emotions escalate,
And fall like an avalanche,
Over my unleashed heart,
This. This is what happens.
Every time my thoughts
Wander into His eternal lands.
And gape at His sheer opulence,
The incredible power it speaks of,
And the vastness of its depth,
Of Love that drowns you.
Of Love that quenches you.
Of Love that unchains.
Of Love I'm-possible.

Narasimha!
To fall into maddness,
I think of that half Lion,
To fall in Love.
Narasimha of the fiery form,
Ethereal and feral at once,
Towering over
Narasimha of the enticing wild,
Loving and raging
Just Him.

Narasimha!
The loveliest of Them all.
Who saves me day after day.
The most beautiful ever.
Who guards my soul,
Cherishes my secrets.
And love all of me to fullest.

But that Narasimha,
I will never reach,
The journey of life,
That for long has unwinded,
Stretching on and on,
Till the end of worlds,
Oh that path tires me out.
Stretching on and on.
On and on and some more.

For it took two births of Shakti,
To reach that Gaurang Bholenath,
And then there is this kali infested mortal,
Who wants to Love Vishnu,
Who thinks she can.
And knows she can't.
Even if two crore births pass by.

I'll leave the verse at that,
As I cant begin to write anymore,
So meanwhile, I'll be lost in his beauty.
Beauty shall forever praise His
And shall forever serve His Lotus feet