Rati Saxena, Scent of Spices (poems)

      9. Anklet bells on Protector's day

      Dancing in space
      Clad in clouds
      Eating the sun and holding the moon,
      The stars are my retinue.
      - Chocyam Trungpa

      Come swim in me, come
      do your washing in me!
      come and clean your dirty dresses
      because how much dirt can you carry
      on your journey towards life’s end?
      Come to meet me at lake Udaipur
      come and spill your holiness in me
      into my womb
      when night falls
      A thousand narataki dancers come out
      to dance for me
      Let us dance, my love!
      dance with our breasts touching
      dance with our colourful feet
      full on the lotus bloom
      Hear! anklet bells ring
      chann-channn-chanan chann
      Your diamond toe ring, white lily
      play with my breasts
      touch my nipples with your toes
      play-run your feet over the valley
      of my tummy
      I have a thousand lotuses
      for your hands and feet,
      my feet, see how lush red
      I am
      blushing now!

      Do not worry, my pilgrim!
      Do not worry, my poet!
      I have discovered all of my feet
      again and again
      and many, many years ago
      I danced like a Raj Nartaki
      Will you dance with me now?
      I will teach you the journey of how feet
      Charevehi! Chareveri!
      keep on running
      faster and faster
      walking into arms of lovers

      ***

      10. Small flowery marks of lotuses

      Rain, sleet, snow, ice - as such
      they may different, but when melted,
      they're the same valley stream water.
      - Thomas Cleary
      That evening
      at godhuli, when the cows were there
      and the Temple bells rang
      she came out from her hiding
      Behind the mango tree, she – There!
      A baby girl dangling from her arms
      A baby girl pockmarked with small buts
      of flowers
      lotuses tied to her feet
      Where will I take my child?
      hush! do not cry!
      look at Udaipur, the mother and father, sigh
      What shall I do with a baby girl?
      Drown it?
      Why are a thousands baby girls wasted
      on the shores of lake Udaipur?
      Why every year thrown away
      like poisoned sulphuric sand?

      Look at the bird, it’s beak is yellow
      that is my baby girl with a ribbon
      she’s in the tree
      she flies
      she sings
      and when she dives through the sky
      her beak turns blue
      blue like the Holy Blue Shrine
      at the entrance of Lake Udaipur
      It was a yesterday that she picked a berry for me!
      today she picked two blue black ones
      and offered it to my folder nest
      for poetry, a papaya piece
      she gave me
      and a mango bite - so sweet

      ***

      11. The singing mother on Dakini day

      In the sea of my mind the words as wave have risen
      In recollection of the Great Queen.
      - Chockyam Trungpa

      All the palaces and pearls in the world is for you
      my son
      oh mother, for me your departure
      do not send me away!
      do not send me far away, oh mother!

      She was singing on the banks
      of Udaipur
      at the wide open lake
      send me away not!
      do not send me far away, oh mother!
      I will be the parrot in your garden
      I will live in your golden cage
      you can seal it tight with a song of yours
      do not send me away oh mother
      why did you send me away?
      I am your daughter
      I am your singing daughter

      ***

      12. Pain like a blanket
      Eating the sun and holding the moon,
      the stars are my retinue.
      - Chogyam Trunpa
      The aroma of spices
      The crosses over the lake
      The crosses over the sea
      The boundries across the sky
      The day - is it
      your gift to me or
      mine to you?
      A yellow day
      but why when I am happy
      pain rolls over me like blanket?

      ***

      13. Tale of the rain girl
      May the Ocean benefit
      Those who sail beyond the great sea.
      - Chockyam Trungpa
      The farmer girl sings
      Give me rain, Black Cloud!
      wet me completely, Black Cloud!

      my crops are dry
      Black Cloud, give me rain!

      She begs for happiness
      and love for her brothers
      and her father
      and her cow
      and across the forest her voice
      reaches the sea

      But when she is living in the city of rain
      her body is wet
      and her heart goes
      to where the peacock dances
      on her thigh
      to where the lilies grow
      where she walks
      Let my beloved come into my home
      oh my beloved come to my house
      I am a farmer's girl dressed
      in gagara black
      come to me my beloved
      come to my dream
      come with loosened hair and oared eye
      come tonight!
      but oh, please do not get lost
      lost like sleep
      lost like a far away lover
      that’s never there
      lost in the rain

      no body knows the story after Pralaya, the doom
      not even lake Udaipur
      but me


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