Tirth Yatra

Pilgrim's Regress

 

             That swoop within-

              what terrible joy.

 

Memory twinkles.

Fragrance wreathes.

Dreams whisper

into Tantalan cups.

           Visions writhe

           behind houri veils.

                                                In mahdi mujiras

           that sliver  the Light…

 

           ..‘dhol bajas’ roll,

           cymbals clash.

           conches wail.

           Blood drips from

           a million

           spear-pierced tongues.

           Tandavas pound

           over blood-drenched fields.

           The hell-black She-God

           lynx-eyes possessed,

           drains the last drop

           with unslaked tongue.

 

..Thought  receeds

Words take flight

Perceptions fade.

Doors shut..

 

                                                 ..Djinn-clouds drool

            over suttee pyres.

 

Ararat knifes

through

frayed skeins

of  soul.

Reviews

[tinalouise]

The beauty of this is the soft play of words that although unfamiliar - sway me. Poetry is a unique place in that we can find its familiarity and art even when it is from cultures vastly different from our own. There are vibrant colours, passionate emotions and dark moments in this skillful piece of writing that will continue to draw me in until I can feel how the fragments form the world that you see.

Wonderful to be here with you RJ and reading you again.

Namaste,
Tina

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Rj...so happy to see you here among us...welcome to friend's paradise!

I can't pretend to understand it all, but your words flow like a melody that sticks in your head.
Your metaphors are brilliant...form unique.

Again welcome to our sanctuary.

Bea

[Michael X]

Rj, you never cease to amaze me with the masterful metaphors that bring your words to life.
A Poet's Poet you are!