There arose, in the middle of the dusk-like dome
A dark form, glistening in black stone.
Silent, stoic, grim – “unattractive”?
Can barely sit here, uncomfortable on the hard stone floor
I want to sleep, not meditate!
15 minutes is too long,
I am distracted – he snores there,
She here, is shaking her head, the baby’s cry is too shrill
Spontaneous meditation? Not happening to me at least!
There arose, in the middle of the dawn-like dome,
HE
Silent, throbbing
utterly captivating
Soaked in his unyielding love,
unmoving as he arrests me
in deep meditation.
A thin breath enters and exits the frame,
cooling the nostrils like a Himalayan breeze.
Why do you hold me in this immortal embrace?
Why do you beckon to me?
Please don’t tantalize me so, My Lord!
Lest I collapse…
Let the separation continue, a little longer
So I may behold you, over the scape of time
And remain bashfully drenched in your boundless love.
—Sagarika Chattopadhyay, Isha meditator, Indore
