Note: Written to celebrate the onset of the Global Poetry Month that started in April, this particular poem has been composed on a stormy, turbulent rainy night when I commemorated on the wild union between the beautiful, voluptuous Prakriti (Nature) and Purusha (Man), the two primal forces.
My Kalbaishakhi whirlwind, I beseech you.
Shake me, ruffle my being in the pitch dark,
Your dense clouds roar and rave,
I lose my vain ornaments, my catastrophic pride.
Let it be, let it all pass…
I am dying to be one with your moist bosom,
Your heady aroma, I am dying to copulate,
Squeeze tight, hold on to your bare, brazen truth.
This Kalbaishakhi whirlwind, my Radha meets her Krishna
In the tide of teardrops, in a tempestuous night
The ‘abhisara’, the union of dense, surrendering souls.
The orchard of youth melts in a restless, orgasmic downpour.
“Asharasya prathama divasa”, the first luscious, breezy day
in Asharh, the monsoon month,
The torrent opens boundless doors.
My Krishna’s flute, blowing in the haywire wind
I unmask in amorous ripples,
I become the wellspring of love of the feminine energy of Ganga,
Who unfolds her lush beauty, her opulence
Only to her pensive, precious Santanu.
My lovelorn soul immerses in the elemental burst
of ‘Viraha’, the blues of separation, as the river banks flood.
My sudden verdant splash, an untimely refrain,
I return to the water and torrent, my primal force.
My Kalbaishakhi whirlwind, I beseech you,
Unlock my virgin wonders.
I am the ‘Prakriti’, the irresistible flower of nature.
Let me merge with my ‘Purusha’, my magnificent Man,
Let us bear fruit in the mad gust of this night,
In this wet, wild awakening.
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