A poem
(I had a dream of Maa Lalita for the first time in my life- a few days before the Gupt Navratri 2023 (of Ashadh month) commenced. It was blissful, taking all over me, bringing subtle changes in me! I dedicate this free-verse to my Mother Divine. Jaganmata- Pahimam!)
Lalitambike- 1
I was lost, muddled up in a mind
Unpleasant, uncouth, unwelcome, uncivilised
And suddenly I see a dark room-
So dark, so black where even I
Couldnt spot myself either;
And then, far away midst the blackness
I saw Her, The Empress-
Jaganmata Lalitambika- in a green sari.
I saw Her crown- was that gold?
Of I thought- its a blazing fire-
Bright like a fire-torch!
The darkness was illumined by Her-
Nobody else, but Her.
It was a hazy picture of Hers-
The Majestic Hers!
And my heart thumped,
Jumped, bounced and leaped
Till my brain had no thought
And my heart ran to Her-
To be with Her, to belong to Her, Only Her.
—
She was the Light, self-illumined
And She knew that I would not
Be able to bear Her luminiscence
So, she blurred Herself
She came Hazy- just for me!
Despite that I could spot Her
Breathtaking symmetry,
Who can ever fathom that?
She came to burn my heart,
To rush my blood,
To race me through his course
Leading to Her and Her alone.
Nothing else matters
When she sits on Her throne.
Her mere shadow makes me crazy
And crazier I will be so-
Happily, merrily.
—
She held Her sugarcane- tall and high
Tip of which was gold too
Which again blazed like fire leaving me dazzled-
Does She have one head;
Or does She wear many crowns?
She sat on Her throne with a splendid authority
Which I didnt fear, I didn’t dread
And like a loving slave, my heart thumped
For my Mistress, my Queen
And I say- Take hold of mine too!
Let me be with no cane ever;
May you hold my reigns forever and ever.
I will happily give up myself to Her Majesty.
What will I not do
To be one with Her foot’s dust?
What will I not do to be Her footstool?
Like a glimpse worth a lifetime…
And again here in a mortal body
I wait and wait to see Her again.
—
That day. Oh! That day!
I was mesmerised like love-sick lovers
Waiting for eternity to have a glimpse
Of their lovely beloved;
And I will happily be on my knees
With a bunch of lotuses and roses
Trying to win Her over once again
With words mesmerised by Her beauty!
Well, what else can a failed lover do?
Can a lover ever know
The depths of the beloved’s heart?
—
I was lost in myself and in Her.
I will run miles to see Her again.
The Green and Golden midst my black
Whose skin had a hue- red
Mother She is, Divine in-fact
She is the ruler of my breath,
The Love of my heart,
And the life in my self!
Loving salutations to Her Divine feet!
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