yet I feel thy voices echo
like Artemis slipping into the night,
thy scent of sandalwood
still carved upon my forehead
as Parvati's ash upon Shiva's skin.
I know—
yet the knowing is a wound,
a hidden Agni burning within my ribs,
I hide it under my skin
as Prometheus hid the flame
for mortals to live.
When I say--Lets be part.
I hide my pain as so
But thou—
thou wast my goddess, my chosen Deity,
my Kali in the dark,
my Athena of light.
Mark upon my head,
unseen to mortal eyes,
yet glowing—
thy touch, a secret tilaka of fire.
Alas! Would thou couldst see
how deep this pain doth flow,
as Ganga beneath the Himalayas,
or Styx under Hades' throne.
When I let thee go
unto the unknown,
my heart became a pyre,
a Kurukshetra of endless battles.
Now I need thee—
more than breath,
more than the moon needeth the tides.
Hearken unto me!
My soul doth cry like Orpheus
before the gates of Hades,
like Naciketas before Yama,
calling not for death but return.
Dost thou not hear, my darling?
It is a visceral call,
a mantra rising from the navel—
to seize thy life again,
to wake,
to return.
Fear not!
Follow thy heart as Arjuna followed Krishna's voice,
I shall follow mine
through storms,
through Minos' labyrinth,
through forests of Rudra.
We shall meet—
not only in memory
but in our hearts,
the secret temple we built
beyond time.
Wake, beloved!
Drift not into shadows.
I shall break every chain,
defy every god,
tear open every sky
to keep thee here.
For what are gods
but witnesses to the madness of lovers?
And we—
we shall outlive them
in the rhythm of our breath,
in the burning of our souls.
Wake, beloved.
Stay.
Coincedence is God's way of staying annonymous --Einstein.
