Laughing Mourner

Colours of Love

2011-07-14T05:27:00.000-07:00

I smelt DEATH at nostrils

When attempted to swim

Life’s challenges…..

But Love saved me!

The Love of Nature….

Borrowed butterfly’s wings

Flew on Autumn’s colours.

Inflated at heart

When experienced Love.

Mused in amusing Winter.

Donned in Rainbow’s arrays

Smoked mountain’s dew

Vented anguish over

Love’s sacrifice.

Sang in the choir of Sea waves

Sighed in Spring’s labours

Exhilarated, when it dawns

in Summer

As it symbolizes

Love in all its colours……..

Song of Agony by a Jogini

2011-05-27T19:27:00.000-07:00

I was barely fourteen

when they bared me.

It was a monstrous mutilation

of my virginity.

Mats were spread

they spread the news of my puberty.

my altar did show stains of blood

and my dark kohl under the eyes

absorbed my anguish.

I mistook the celebration

until they took me to the temple.

Sweets were bitter

sweat and blood symbolized my agony.

I was married to God, there is no pride,

for all these lecherous men

it seems I was the bride...

Who said God dwells in temples,

saw only a priest

who tied the unholy knot!

They said now I'm a goddess

(but I pray to men)

with no power to choose my mate, alas!

I cried in silence, in pain too

but it didn’t mean anything

to my mean Lord.

My tears were red

rolling through turmeric

and through pain.

My Lord still penetrated,

the priest doesn’t speak of sin.

why no choices for me

in this animal kingdom of men?

I wish to be a lass of love

not a god’s spouse...

am I more sinned against than sinning?

I beseech to return my virginity

who obliges me?

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Description: Jogini is a system practised in Andhra Pradesh, India. In this system poor, lower caste girls are married to local deities (and are called god’s servants) and later they are offered to an upper caste village elder or landlord. As time passes by, most of the men in the village end up exploiting these girls. Failing to offer sexual and other similar services will result in brutal beating by the villagers. They remain Joginis forever. The practice dates back to some 2000 years and is still deeply ingrained in Telangana (quite interior, though) area of Andhra Pradesh, India.

Wah! Taj

2010-09-25T22:00:00.000-07:00

Wah! Taj
(Lines written upon revisiting this monument with my beloved)
Here WE stand gawping at the Taj Mahal
The most valued gift to a beloved!
Awe of LOVE cast its spell on us
As WE stand in total admiration!
The four minarets verbalize the serenity
Enveloping the corpses of perpetuity
I gathered handful of Moon’s vivacity
And poured over ourselves….
Ablution of the soul....!!
It beat the joie de vivre of the Taj
But my beloved murmured
“What about my LOVE?”
“Hshshsh!! Taj is listening, Mumtaz envying”
But my beloved insisted
She wishes to surpass Mumtaz
The half-white radiance of the Taj
Murmured eternity into my ears
I smiled at my soul-mate
She realized herself…..
“Yes, Mumtaz’s love is ceaseless
I’m yet to devour LOVE”
We bade farewell to mighty embodiment
I heard Taj snickering behind us
As the doves and pigeons leaving it.
I told myself “Wah! Taj”

An Ode On Langkawi

2009-10-31T03:24:00.000-07:00

( A Malaysian island)
Langkawi, this beautiful island seduces
But she, with her bounty of beauties, entices
I lost control over my faculties.

She blushes in green as I undress her spot by spot
Thus revealing her beauties lot by lot
I was overwhelmed by her assets.

At Open Seas her reverie green waters
Consummated with Andaman’s fiery blue batters
And I stand a witness for their communion.

Her Sea-urchins touched me gently
While her Jelly –fish clung to me soapily
I was moved by their passion.

I gaped at her greeny bosom from my Pushpak-Viman*
As I unveiled her tip-to-toe in vegetation as a yeoman
I passed through the test of TIME.

But her deep rocky navel scared me
Her lush-green meadows and maids seduced me
While her blush-green valleys pulled me towards her!

The large brown Eagles added to the colour of the Island
While her black bats reposed in quietude in Grand
I was more than a spectator!

Her lasciviously walking Penguins captured me
While her silent moving Seals captivated me
Though all of them whispered silence.

She smiled through her huge Jhua beach expanse
And enticed me with her large silent waves manse
I stood there as silent admirer.

Her strong black clouds clad her always
Besetting to cover her beauties in sarees
I discern to unfold these robes.

I gazed to see through the Bats’ Cave
And found an amazing wealth of beauty she gave!
I accepted her in all her MIGHT!!

She leaves her honey-dewed signature on every fold
As I unfurled her green frock of millionfold foliage to behold
I was amazed at the bounty!!

And her fair infant-smile left an indelible impression
On my cognizance wherever I went in intuition
Trust me, I was all alone by myself!

Oh! My dear Langkawi, my dear beauty maiden!
Am I bound to testify my fidelity to my hoyden?
I cover in a transparent blanket of her mild rain!

Am I to surrender to your majesty?
Or to pronounce slavery to your divine beauty?
I wish to lose myself in you!!

Hereby I prostrate to your celestial magnificence
I oblige to visit you to adore your radiance
You taught me sensuousness!!!!

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• Pushpak-Viman : Indian mythological version of aeroplane

2009-03-31T02:30:00.000-07:00

MY HAIKUS 2
We mourn the death of yesterday
And laugh with today as we live
Are we all laughingmourners?

2008-10-01T20:34:00.000-07:00

STRANGER
It sounds a soft knell to my blessed ears
If we are born STRANGERS on this blighted planet
What is of Relationships, then?
Is it but a myth? As it consoles us
STRANGER, what a mystical word!
The word that mocks at our entanglements
The word that challenges cockles of CONSCIENCE
STRANGER, what a pregnant word!
It has too many expressions in itself!
STRANGER, we are all strangers in this world
To one another, to each other among all of us
Alas! We know not the texture of our umbilical chord
Before knotting hands with all the STRANGERS
Am I stranger to mySELF?
Mother Nature alone disproves it
For, she has no strangers in her lap.

2008-09-03T02:40:00.000-07:00

Genesis of Beauty
What is BEAUTY? No jesting Pilate queried
The skies are clad in rainbow sarees
The streams mirror the beauties candidly in utter nudity
The waters shudder in ripples with every rain-droplet’s kiss
The leaves quaver with every breezy current
The snow surrenders to the blazing Sun like a bride
The Nature leaves its beautiful signature on every fold
But what appreciates all these manifestations?
Is it not the most beautiful human EMPATHY?
THE SAME WHICH TRUSSES ME WITH MY BELOVED!!!

2008-09-02T18:33:00.000-07:00

My Haikus
Squeeze a bee-hive; it cries in agony
-----------------------but oozes honey
Wring your beloved's heart; it snivels like a dove
-------------------------------------- but deluges love
But why are pleasure and pain sheathed together?

2008-09-02T18:11:00.001-07:00

Lonely thoughts
hai all, this is Vasudev(adari srinivas, owner of this blog) from Brunei Darussalam. Im working as Lecturer in English and here in this blog I'd like to share my thoughts with like-minded as well as well wishers those who spare a minute to read and brood on lovely and noble things in nature. You will find some of my scribblings soon either in short(!) poems or serious short stories. I welcome sincere comments from all of you out there who are interested in the world of letters. I'd like to use this blog also to share our views and comments on emerging talent and budding writers in the market.
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