(You called me yesterday O Sita (my eternal love, Jashmina)! And I sing your song, today!)
I know how you picked flowers for me, my Lord Ram
on the mountain slopes of Baghram, in a land older
than Bactria, rich in honey and dew, when it was not as
cold or despairing as it is now. Then, I was taken against
my wish across the Indus, fettered in a Vimana, the stroke
of disguise by a charlatan-shapeshifter, but so powerful
even the gods deemed him invincible. Was he a monster
from the seas, with several heads, an impersonator and a
Wish master. Sometimes, you must fight your own battles…
sometimes there are God-sents. I spoke to you telepathically from the
realms of an advanced pre-Harappan civilisation beyond the Indus,
locked as I was in a seven-walled fortress. Yes, you heeded my
silent air-rent cues. Intrepidity is the religion of those with souls.
I had the spirit of inviolate chastity for you and you had the spirit
of timeless chivalry for me! How Lanka burned, then. And sometimes,
the indomitable (Ravana) fall. It is not always that the perseverance of
integrity that is defeated. But many a time loyalty to love is. Tragically,
put out by the intensity of loyalty to duty! Each of us walked through our fires
in our own respective ways! How so unfortunately after I was yours again,
you rejected me – the Prajapati that you were?! So much embattled effort
gone to waste by paradoxes. Duty often proves stronger than love,
as you often proved in your timeless reincarnations! I swore
to the Earth to take me, and she did! But how the mountains of Kailas knew,
where you took recluse in your remorse, that you would always revisit
my space through destiny and eternity yet again and again!
This is the insurmountability of the love in your soul, that
the sacrifices of love that you made only facilitated profound love’s immortality!
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