Would I feel sorry as a cigarette
burning my own lungs for a compassion, that
nobody else seems to comprehend? Would a
sickness be called tragic if it persisted
for a lifetime, because of the backstabbing
by others? Yet, I can distinguish between
villainy and vulnerability, so I should reserve
my vehemence! I have known my truths far too long
even if they were disparaged in a disparateness!
I talk of Mars and Venus, I talk of Mother Earth,
even though it is deceptively blue, and truly yellow!
But how scantily do I talk of Jupiter, the son of Uranus!
I have restrained myself from being a Saturnalian orgy
because of loyalties (no offence meant to Chronos).
If I peered into the mirror and saw Dyayus, Ptah, Pitahmaha,
Mahadeva, Ouranos staring back at me. I gave Olympus to Zeus.
Nobody can conjecture about my Jovian progeny!
Ouranos is God and Jupiter is son of God – the
valiant saviour of the earth – he who takes great
pains to distract the marauders from striking the earth –
the ones that he nurtured (The fish that castrated Ouranos
keeps shape-shifting, can you imagine?) Salvador, my son, I see all your
brilliance in the trajectories we have placed between us!
And you are both lion and bull, for all the love I have for you!
Our distinctness and our uniqueness in the frailty of our
perseverance. God dances in his own pastures for eternity as
his manifestation, Nataraja, despite being besieged by the evil
villains, so that he wears a versicoloured garment, if the light
he created was hijacked once back. Who, then, rapined the
moniker – Victorious Light? And God must know that if he
has to don the prism and change colour time and again;
it is just because he wishes to kaleidoscope for the preservation
of his own creation against the overlooming abduction that
the evil contrives! Do you all see the immense sacrifice? Do you
all see the enormous pain it takes to persevere for the redemption?
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