7.11.2015

To Ma Kamakshi, Ma Tara

You sit there silently watching me make mistakes
You smile down at me when my pathetic self madly dances about
You emerge as a feeling within me when I cry out 
You hold me close when am about to fall

This silence around me, I nurture it for you
To listen close and catch the sound of your sweet anklets
I feel you sit on my shoulders as I walk through life
I cease to exist when you glow on my brow

Oh Sweet Mother, Oh beautiful Kamakshi
You have graced me with your presence twice. 
Am not fulfilled, never will be Oh Tara
Why do play such hide and seek

I stare at the Sri Chakra, mystical nature of yours
I wonder what abstraction of math are you built of
Can blind folded love and surrender unravel
The depth of your potency within this earthly form

Time has passed and yet I am lost
Can I define your form at all
Do you enjoy my struggle or can you help
To raise me from the world of the dead

I have been granted a second life
One of color, of success and prosperity
You gave me all but you didnt reveal
The secret door to your home

I walk the ash sprawled cremation ground
I watch miserable wrecks burn to dust
I will be there one day I know
Will you come to take me with you

This earthly prison I have abused much
Your heavenly abode looks a faint distance away
I feel its presence and yet I cant find my way
What am I missing, where am I going wrong

Many have come and many have gone
Most want to reach godhood but remain human
Interactions reveal how much our ego rises
Where are the wise and where is that divine light

I sink back into my silent world
No human has ever brought me that happiness
The kind I feel with you, everlasting
Why then am I here, searching for you...

I have felt the madness of Aghori
I have felt the craziness of Bhadrakali
I have sensed the profuse love of Tara
All on a bed of ashes. 

I shall dance on the pyre of life with you
I shall dress in red robes of the fires
Here take my soul, this severed head is yours
This child awaits, for you to behold

Come back O Mother, hold me close
Raise me from this noise
Reveal to me the depth of thy mystery
Make me a part of that puzzle beyond life. 

4 comments:

Ramjee Nagarajan said...

Nice poem, loved reading it!

Remember reading Sri Vivekananda before he took to sanyasin, went around enquiring every the saints/ Gurus/ religious leaders he encountered, have seen God...

While almost every one gave a response in the negative, it was only when Paramahamsa asked, "have you equipped yourself to meet the supreme," did he realise he is going about the wild goose chase...

Ramjee Nagarajan said...

Nice poem, loved reading it!

Remember reading Sri Vivekananda before he took to sanyasin, went around enquiring every the saints/ Gurus/ religious leaders he encountered, have seen God...

While almost every one gave a response in the negative, it was only when Paramahamsa asked, "have you equipped yourself to meet the supreme," did he realise he is going about the wild goose chase...

Anonymous said...

beautiful!

anant prabhu said...

Very nicely written