Hounding for Light,
In the dead of Night
A creature of voracious appetite;
Its rage turned inward,
Is eating itself, from the tail
Bloodied in bile and blood.
The madness of her ways,
Left her without a place,
A way to belong.
The creature isn’t vile,
Once upon a time it knew no vice
It was not a rabid ghoul,
It was a human in measures full,
A woman of beauty and wit
Of ambitions and grit.
But she was seldom happy
And hardly alone,
In people and things,
Who would ruin her, loot all her wealth,
Health and well-being.
Once she spiraled down the hell-hole,
Gaping, gawking, gagging
in her own desires, the poison of her unnatural ways
the habits of the insidious, the company of devious
Descending into decadence.
When ‘love’ turned into a flimsy escapade
To ravish, rage and for ruthless possession,
She left ‘love’ to the dogs
And raved onward, but to a deathly passion.
The precious elixir of her heart had burnt
Her heart had sunk, her youth had waned
Her body was a pile of flesh and pain.
The tormented soul sought all advice
The counsel of saints and sinners alike,
Knowledge seeped in like gentle rain,
And although her whole being was suffering in pain,
This pain to grow would never be in vain.
Mad woman, Monstrous creature, Motherless lamb
She was divine even in the darkest clamour –
Darkness and gloom swathed her being,
But Kindness was a halo that always redeemed.
The murk of the world and worldly beings
Was showered on her, and again teased
But her forbearance knew no bounds,
Her fright was now a mighty gale abound,
Destructive like the tremors of Mother earth
Or silent like the ravages of a flood.
And yet she bore and bred and breathed
Life into countless beings.
Silent like a river, gentle as wind
Morphing into Dark and Light at whim.
Her greatness revered in Heaven and Hell,
Her words was potent of any boon or bane
But Compassion remained her only claim.
They called her Kubja,
Kurupa in Rama’s reign,
Patacara in Buddha’s time,
Gaia in Greek lines
and the obscure Magdalene
of Biblical times.
(I dedicate this post to my mother Subhadra, Sushree Nishtha ji whom i also revere as Mother and Sanjana Om for encouraging me to write.)