Goddess

If you want to be a robber, you’ll rob the king’s treasury.
If you want to be a hunter, you’ll hunt the rhinoceros.
What is the use of robbing beggars or hunting ants?
So if you want to love, love God
~SWAMI VIVEKANANDA~

G O D D E S S
Visvanathan Balasaravanan

To my
Goddess

Shall I discover,
when did I discover me ?
… when I met you.
Shall I break out
How much I loved you ?

No.

In the very way of
expressing it,
the feeling becomes unfelt.

Willingness to have one…
and as a fashion statement,
‘She’s my girl!’
That’s the start.
The infatuation, they say.

Beginning of my Meaning
called Life.
Refreshing freshness, after feeling you.
Freezing my blood and capturing my brain
complete,
You were a curio.
And I was curious.

Those maiden city bus rides:
you: balancing near the front door
me: waving in the rear steps.
As much as love grew
through the wet soil of our eyes,
braiding our hearts together.

Spending hours in the mirror,
I did think:
of my nails,
of my walk,
of my phonetics,
of my knowledge, ...
Everything, just to be different
and attract your attention...
...just to show you,
'I am more than me!'

Singing crows. Ringing insects.
Whistling wind. Semi-silent night.
Poetic me. Red-blue clouds. Archive arts.
Jumping jimikis in your ears.
Aloof rose that grew
through your longest hairs.
...I mean to say...
Every moment, I lived.
Every scene, I felt.
Thank you,
you mesmerized me.

Fingerprints over the chest
of the moon: forms
your milky palm
of your hands...
which scribbled an art, of graphite sculpture.
Did I willingly forget to erase them?
from my paper and
from my nerves.

Playing hide and seek
in a flat desert
is that...
when I search you
in a crowd of girls.

Merging in meditation on you,
emerging with enthusiasm in me,
Days passed with dreams.
Dreams designed in my wish
but days that followed
destroyed.
Just as an atom breaks,
the feel exploded to my collapse.

The best success...
Loving you.
The worst failure...
Losing you.
A perfect failure: secret of my success.

But, that
affect me not much...
except for a
complimentary pack of
seasonal water falls
at my eye-ends.

Now,
what I am,
is not I am,
but because of you.
You showed me, me.
Forever, I would pray
to you my Goddess.

And on the other day,
after some so-many years,
Durai, my second skin, did ask:
'Did you forget her?'
With a hesitating smile,
with a broken throat
(and heart ofcourse),
I did say:
'Scars are there, in our body.
They don’t trouble us.
Scars are not painful.
But,
they remind us of ...
... the pain we experienced,
when we were wounded.'

- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are the strongest to handle these toughest...