Bow to the Serpent God

Squiggled my feet

Through the dense path of the divine abode of the Serpent Gods.

Whimpering

Before the King of Serpent Gods,

Who stood there,

Silvery as the milky divine splendor of millions of pallor,

 Bright and invigorated as the cheerfully yellow and youthful sun,

Shimmering with the magnificence of emeralds stuck to the hoods,

Hissing the assurance of miracle of love

I yearned for

In the parched sandy long slithering days,

In the moonless, frozen nights of insanity,

In the dreams of togetherness,

In the crowded trails of loneliness.

Among the faces grinning with happiness.

 

My hands came together to pray,

My soul bowed before the divine bay.

My mind pondered thought,

Not negative and gray.

Still …

My love!

You are not here,

 Leaving my heart alone to stay.

 

Begged my heart before the King of Snakes.

To grant this lifetime and life after

To tread the path of green savannahs

Thorny lands

Salinized sands

With you.

 

Omen He sent

Through his angel

Accepting my prayers for miracle

In the form of yellow ashes

Spreading a grin of positivity

On the face of a helpless girl

In me.

 

Promised I

To return to him with you

In years to come

To prostrate before him

For the blessings he bestowed

On me.

My Caterpillars

I had it in me

As I had my sweet little bee

With me.

The newness of it,

Though bloomed out

Afresh,

When felt I again

Two lives alive in me.

Bloomed out

The two caterpillars

From not the wedlock,

But the love galore

He decanted on me.

Every touch he touched

Was divinity personified

For me.

Blessed I am thus,

To have his seeds in me.

World knows not

Being loved how it feels to be.

Understands only they

The language of bondage and slavery.

My Caterpillars!

So,

Dreams of yours

To bloom into a butterfly,
Buzzing around

In joy and glee,

Is something mum scares to fulfill. 

Life I can promise you

Till the dusk tomorrow.

Forgive mum

For putting you through this sorrow.

My Caterpillars!
Muma’s secrets you will be.

Deep concealed.

So,

Remain you will in my soul

Like life’s unforgotten reel.

Begs mum to two of you.

Grant me a chance once more

In years to come.

To roe you,

To nurture you,

To blossom you,

Into colorful butterflies,

Fluttering around

Psychedelic flowers

Of joy and spree.