Sip after sip, and the last few gulps,
My head is dancing; and dancing like a ‘feather’…
A ‘feather’ that should have slipped into the heavy wind,
As it rubbed off some bird's troubled wing
My head now a feather, dancing with my lost thoughts,
Dancing madly, the tempo rising, the beats soaring with
every new gulp,
Eyes now shutting, but I force them open
To keep the feather from losing its rhythm in the dark!
I can feel the heat inside my belly, even my skin feels hot,
My breath smells of wine, red red wine bubbling in my veins,
My tears now blood red, red as my wine...
Dizzy eye-lashes soak in the red, and retire,
And the tired ‘feather’ has now withdrawn its performance… !
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Eyes (still the shade of Wine) open as a melodious voice kisses
their lid...
The feather has disappeared, an iron log now replacing my
head...
The voice gets clearer, sweeter in praise of the mighty Elephant-God..
'Sukh karta Dukh harta, Varta vighnachi...' oh yes! He’s come, ‘Bappa’, My
Lord!
This new morning, nothing like my last night...
Red wine fading from all its invasions, slow and quiet...
Blood, breath, eyes, skin now being freed,
The iron log on the head shedding its stubborn weight; Senses
slowly being redeemed!
Devotion billowing all around, setting up a mood,
Fragrance form incense sticks spilling out, like soothing
music from a flute...
The next 10 days promising cheer and celebration
My buoyant heart now making room for submission, some jubilation...
Brighter days ushering in as my will, my wish now cling to
the lord,
His dainty eyes offering ‘assurance’, His generous belly ‘accepting’
anything that I’d offer...
His mighty form ‘wiping off all hurdles’ I perceive… Now, in
this very moment,
His enormous elephant head brings me close to his ‘wisdom’,
his knowledge so ardent...
His only tusk re-inforcing the motive of 'focus',
This flaring of energy, I can sense, positive and hopeful in
its stance...
Shaping this burst of energy with control and balance is ‘Your’
form,
O Ganesha, it’s your frame, your etiquette that’s brought me
faith and strength!
And the day has come when ‘Bappa’ has to leave...
With his 'mooshika', the mouse that cuts into blinds of ignorance
and fear!
And even in his farewell, he leaves me another lesson,
Showing me yet again the brilliance I hold with my ability
to let him go...!
In his elephant form I see him, as he wades his way into the
water,
Away from all we mortals who should now learn the essence of
letting go...
For it is only in detachment that fear bows down to 'faith'.
The radiance inside me, now unleashing yet again accepting a
new start.
Like the hangover from wine that refused to stay,
The bird's wing had to let off its feather when the storm
came,
That moment is now, when I see how to let go…
To let my resilience soar, and doubts clear, I have to let
go...
I must grow beyond attachment, and know that all is dispensable,
And to be able to love in the highest order,
Like a sturdy tree with its roots deepened into the earth
and poised to deliver without dispute,
I must know that all things that come, will go; like the sun and rain with their own time and
purpose.
Like the buzz in my head, the heat inside my gut, the dizzying
night and the Elephant-God...
Which came and left after their roles in the scheme of the
larger mystery of Life,
I now know, it’s only in letting go that I can let love
in...
A love that is above all, nourishing and radiant, making me
indomitable, invincible!
--------------------------------------------------------- Love without conditions is not a permanent state, but a
practice!
