Wednesday, 3 December 2014

कुरु यदुनन्दन



Rub some salt of hope
On my wounds, so that
I may sing.
Shriller. And shriller still.

Bind me in darkness
Delirious, so that
I may dance.
Madder. And madder still.

Drown me in solitude
Delicious, so that
I may float.
Lighter. And lighter still.

Impale my imperviousness
Immense (and noxious), so that
I may heal.
Quicker. And quicker still.

Stifle my meagre mind
With wishlessness, so that
I may breathe.
Easier. And easier still.

Underline my eyes
With kohl of oblivion, so that
 I may see.
Clearer. And clearer still.

Push me from the nadir
Of my vanity, so that
I may fall.
Deeper. And deeper still.

Stoke my soul with passion, and
Fill my body with love, so that
I may fly.
Higher. And higher still.

And then shatter into pieces
My heart, so that
I may grow benevolent.
Kinder. And kinder still



O Unfair Master! I pray to thee:
Colonize my heart,and

Enslave my mind, so that

I may be set free!
Freer. And freer still.
 

~ aviD

                                                                         
 

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