THE PAIN OF SEPARATION
Of kumkum
Dripping from your forehead,
Where the third eye
Is so blissfully intoxicated
With the amrita of nectarian bliss,
You are goddess infinite.
The crescent moon
Is at the mercy of adorning
Your mane of plenty
And the sleeky fingers
Adapting themselves
Into divine mudras
Are a sight to behold.
The devas pine to
Birth in human forms
To suckle at your full bosom
To nourish them to immortality;
Shiva himself must
Lie at your feet
To transmute him from the unmoving corpse( shava)
To Shiva himself.
The slenderness of this waist…
Ah… the erotic paraphernalia
Of this creation,
You are lust personified.
You cause drunken universes
To become dynamic portals of life.
Why are you so much
Swooned to your own rasa?
And in the onlooking,
You gulp me
Unto your heart…
You are my
Inevitable death
And my enriched life
All at once…
Intermingled,
There is an end to all pain…
The pain of petty separation.
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