The Mahafakira
I with the folded hands
And my mind
Meditating upon Shiva
Shiva the Yogi,
The Sadhaka,
The Fakira
With my all submission
On the eve of Shivaratri,
Mahashivaratri
Reminiscent of the bridal party
When Shiva as a bride
Going to marry Parvati.
Red roses,Lights and lampsTo be litAnd prayersTo be done too.
To vani,Speech, ability to speak.The break of soundTo the break of speechHaltinglyIn imitation ofAksharaLetter,Letter as a sign,Symbol.As a cut,A scratch over,A mark.From aksharaTo shabda,ShabdaA combination of letters,Sounds.Shabda to vakya,Word to sentence,Framing and formation ofSentences.
BreakMy heart,MyHeartAs I am,IAmSo weak,So weak,My love,MyLove,Don’t,Don’tBreak,BreakMy heart,Heart,My love,Love,It is you,It is youWhomI love,I love youSo,So, so much,So much,My love,Love!
Full of our ancient knowledge and wisdomDrawing and deriving from classics,A poet par excellenceOf the candle of learning burringEmitting light,The bonding between the soul and Supreme Soul.
Be sure of itUnless and until it bansThe entry of the orthodoxAnd the conservatives.
Your tactics and strategyOf giving missed calls,Truecaller is there toCatch youRed-handed,O, you fraud Miscaller!
