As if a memory
One night, storm raged, it was raining
on the thousands of leaves
and the forest was breathing,
snakes. The night the rain came down.
Was he there?
How can I trust him?
So many, but so many broke my heart
I suspect I even have a heart anymore!
Thinks she.
And this slavery.
This perpetual cruel churning of temptation
leading to despair, hurts so deep
no man can ever comprehend,
you speak of love!
How do you know
The unspeakable torment your woman
went by, just for love.
You speak of love
I do not remember the word, said she.
Shiva quiet
What can the man do?
He tries to tell her all spells
any safety he can conjure
the magician by the road,
but she thinks it is a waste
no body can be trusted.
What can he do?
He tried being nobody even.
He became, but of no use.
She is hurt so deep
It is natural, he thinks.
Ages of pain.
I should be thankful.
She still sings!
At least, there is the memory.
Reminiscence of reincarnation
The night of the eternal rain.
Thousands leaves and
river endless, all roads
drowned, island homes,
no one to see
but her memory.
Tandava the Cosmic Dance
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