Rebirth

A prayer, for madness.

Muyalaka, under your feet he lies,

Agni, in your hands he dances;

Waking up to the sound of your drum

Are all my many dormant souls.

Where is my dance, dear Lord?

Where are my anklets and

the embers of my passion?

Where on my forehead is the eye of truth?

Oh mad man, my heart lies at your feet;

My pride and womanhood destroyed.

My passion maddens, my anklets clamour;

To end my birth with this dance of fury.

“Angikam bhuvanam yasya 
Vachikam sarva vangmayam
Aharyam chandra taradi
Tam vande satvikam sivam.”

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Vaidehi,

Wow. You have to be pretty versed in Indian culture to understand this piece about Shiva, in his apparition of The Lord of the Dance. Shiva, creator and destroy, he, the Lord of Change! His foot on Muyalaka, his drum in his hand--this is one of my very favorite images from Indian culture, as you can guess from my including such an image in my poem "The Mahabharata", paying homage to that great work.

"We bow to Him the benevolent One
Whose limbs are the world,
Whose song and poetry are the essence of all language,
Whose costume is the moon and the stars…"

This is full of passion and emotion. Of your poetry, this is my favorite so far. I feel your soul in this and participating in the power of the words.

Excellent write. This is going to get one of my rare 98% ratings. I have never given higher. Kudos. Wonderful!

Best regards,

Rick

[BriAnna Wyble]

beautiful