My humble ode to Padma Vibhushan Pundit BRIJU MAHARAJ, for his death anniversary that fell on the 16 th of January. My words flow at your feet with more emotions than my tears contain Guru ji.
DO THE GODS DIE ?!
I gape wide eyed
As the anklet bells resound
Like a shower rhythm dyed
my senses immersed then drowned
What was this, consuming me ??
One part branched out to think
But was pulled into a magical spree
Of his one raised brow my soul was in sync!!
And I gazed in a daze without a blink !!
Was I mesmerized or caught in a web?
Of syllables of question or rhetoric,
Now graduating echoes, now on the ebb.
His pirouettes breaking all rules of metric
Scales and gravity and human ability...
Was he real .. was he man ??
Time froze, body numbed, mind was in ambiguity
Would I be awoken if my wide eyes scan?
I wanted this dream to last my life span !!
For it was The God I watched and breathed in
Spinning and weaving rhythm on stage.
Affectation of his emoting face and undulating chin
Weaving stories of devotion,love and rage,
On my uncharged mind drew pictures akin
To maps printed upon an empty page
Curating my being to follow the sage.
I dreamt that night, in the midst of real sleep
That if there was God, God must be Him
For his presence so strong, omniscience so deep
I dreamt following him to the zenith and horizon's brim
For permanent effect on my brain to keep
But this morn my dream is shattered and I weep
For do God's ever die ??
Do God's leave and go ??
Is this a farce or a lie ??
I'm too broken to know !!
For He is God of the anklets
And He will ever remain so !!
In my vision of heaven i see Him dance and spin
The audience are now the Gods ... His own kith and kin !!
The authour Lavanya Iyer word sculptor ( Lavanya Creative Director LaasyaDarpana institution for Bharathanatyam is a Scholar in the field of English literature and Classical arts, a performing artist, orator, an art writer poet, political and life satirist, spiritual columnist and abstract prose creator)