Coming Back To You

 She burnt in rage, the fire engulfed her soul.

Her body was ablaze, with the guilt that broke

An audience stood in awe, as the smoke rose.

Cries and wails of her mother and sisters

The soul formed a shape, with a thousand hands

Three eyes shining, vermillion fiery red

Everyone froze as her calm face spoke

In a voice of power, echoing cold and wise,

"Maybe in another life, in another time,

I will have the strength to fight for you

To be fit for you, to complete us."

She lay lifeless as everyone gasped.

Her voice reached his ears, enraged he stood

Losing Himself in love and loss

The dance of destruction burnt His heart.

Years passed by and a sixteen-year-old,

Stood in front of a Yogi, wise and old

One who had lost His worldly longings

She folded her hands, pleading:

"Accept me for who I am and You will see,

I am strong enough to hold on,

To fight for us, to choose you against all odds."

He opened His eyes, and His heart skipped a beat,

For before Him stood, the wife He lost and grieved.

He was Timeless, yet Time played its trick,

Fulfilling Her vows, was His Sati as Parvati.

~ Suranya

(06.09.2018)