Her long black hair
drops on her bare back, and I was envious of every strand that kissed her. Her
kohl lined eyes would light up as if the entire universe dissolved in them. Her
laughter like the string of an Iktara echoed in the far away mountains. And when she walked, her feet like a playful
mridanga coupled with her anklet created music of her own. She was my muse, my music,
the reason I wrote poetry Her hair curly as the cursive font of my writing,
her skin as dark as the ink I spilled. And with the rise of the sun every day,
her voice bought life to the sleepy existence of ours.
Her flute like a ghostly
cackle tore through the eerie silence I always feared.
She was a majestic
celestial being, as powerful as the ocean and yet as pure as the first monsoon.
And I was just an insignificant admirer of hers. Unworthy of her love I was
just a devotee. And I was caught between the loud chaos of morality and world
and its rules that shackled my feet because I dared dance on for her but I
didn’t care. Because her arms were the place I belonged, her smile the reason
my heart would beat. I didn’t know if this was supposed to be this way all I
knew was that it was a kiss from her lips that could convert the poison running
in my veins into nectar.
Our love was a
romance that begun centuries ago. Reincarnated with different faces and bodies
and stories, but in every version of fiction and reality we were together. A
jogan then - a passionate lover now, in the ignited fire of our romance this
Meera burns all alone. My lord, your flute then set my heart flutter, and now
in the form of this dark maiden you still play your naughty game. You still
torture me with your playful smile. But tell me lord when will my penance end?
When shall I become a part of you again? How long should I burn in this fire to
taste your love on my lips? Lord why does my love for you that became a synonym
for devotion and imprinted us in the history forever makes me a criminal today?
Love like a million
fireflies guided us home in the darkness of the night. But my lord today this
love is shackled in the barriers of rituals and morality and falsehoods of this
world. Let us free it my lord, let it fly. And In this barren land of hatred
and fear let us create a garden of our new romance.
