my Goddess

life is brief as a winter drizzle
and time with the Divine mother
briefer still
for who knows in which life
will we see Her again
in this svaroopa where love spills
like dew from a lotus leaf

the soft countenance of Her face
I dare compare to a resting doe
when She smiles the pull
of a hundred elephants
has me bowing at Her door

Her braided hair pinned with the jasmine flower
lures spring like a snake charmed
On Her moonlike face
the twin tilikams shine like the sun
one a distant breaking dawn
the other a gathering dusk

She shimmers in gold
radiant in rubies
sparkles in diamonds and pearls
and yet they pale in front
of the peach tone of Her skin
Her waist like a lotus reed
half immersed in water
has the most beautiful curve

Her arms long and delicate
as a youthful tree move
as She the Goddess
sways like the wind on a
sweet summer day
at the mere tilt of Her lips
the heart of men
flood with childlike bliss
for even as She stands
still as stone She speaks

do I always know Her ways
not truly not really
but when a Mother calls
every child knows that voice
it’s the gentle sound of understanding
an arm proffered
a light shown in the dark
a quiet promise of better days

O Goddess in blooming pink
opulence auspiciousness
holy is your name
Oh my love for You grows each day
you reside in my heart
like a raindrop in rain
one day I will endear myself to You
in a way that it can’t be undone
un-endeared
You won’t ever leave me and go then…