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It just hurts so bad.

#do not interact

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You know those moments when you feel instantly uplifted and positive? Maybe they occur due to someone’s silent prayer for you.

#hope

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I hate fever. I know everyone does. But just putting it out.

I HATE FEVER.

#miru rambles

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|| Menaka's entry to Indra's court: Then and Now ||

Eons have passed, yet Menaka still makes a striking entry at Indra's court. The same faces stare at her in awe, and she still smiles demurely at the attention she receives.

'She is like a rose in fresh bloom.' She had once overheard some of the junior apsaras talk about her amongst themselves. That day, she had looked at her mirror for a long time.

The first time when she had entered the court, she was highly nervous. Fresh as a lily, she was churned out of the milky ocean with no knowledge of her job and her surroundings. The devas and devis had stared at her in awe, paying no heed to her blush that adorned her fair cheeks.

Rambha, the queen of the apsaras immediately took a young Menaka under her wing and taught her dance, music, and the art of making love. Menaka being a quick learner could execute her dance movements with utmost perfection, impressing Rambha and the other apsaras.

Beauteous she was indeed. She often chose to drap herself in red garments. Red, the colour of love, passion and courage. Years later, she found the red colour in two of her lovers and her lovely little girl.

After training for months under Rambha, the queen had announced her arrival to the court for her debut performance. The divine residents of Swarga had impatiently waited for the newly arrived apsara to perform. Some wondered if her skills would be superior to the queen or not.

That evening, she arrived in a dark red garment with gold jewels adorned on her limbs. A rose adorned her thick braid that moved like a graceful snake with every sway of her hips. She hadn't noticed the lovelorn stare of one of the gandharvas who in the coming days would rule her heart.

Needles to stay, her debut performance was a huge success. The other apsaras had congratulated her, but Rambha's smile made Menaka the happiest.

Time has passed since that fateful day. The rose like charming maiden still possesses a bashful smile at the end of her performance. Urvashi, now her best companion hypes her up before her dance and hugs her tightly when she is done with her evening dance. Each time her anklet jingles, the divine beings beside her turn their attention towards her.

Not much has changed since then. But Menaka, now has considered Swarga as her home. The mortals might make stories how one apsara is envious of the other, but she knows that each one of the heavenly beauties will always have her back, and she theirs. Yes, that day she had missed catching Vasu's lovelorn stare at her, but now, when he finishes the final note on his Sitar, she always meets his eyes and winks at him while the charming gandharva pretends to faint at her.

Urvashi and Rambha smile at the couple and then call Menaka to join them for the rest of the evening.

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I have no idea what I wrote over here.

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#i could see swarglok #i could see everything happen #holy shit wow #samriddhi <3

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The dance of the devi

Flowers for the goddess 

in my alta-dyed hands,

I offer them at the lotus feet

of the Mother of the Universe.

***

Gentle blues of the skies move out 

And Surya slowly rises from slumber

in its captivating regal glory,

its golden rays adorning

the Devi’s forehead.

***

I behold the golden complexioned goddess

set in stone with a benevolent smile.

My anklets lay at her feet

with turmeric and vermillion coating

some of those melodious bells.

***

A sweet summer breeze blows by.

A bell jingles and a lotus from her garland

falls to the brown earth at my dust laden feet.

A jingle of bangles and anklets,

A low hum of a mysterious yet beautiful tune,

And a voice sings,

A voice that I can recognize anywhere –

The Devi has risen!

***

Draped in silks and gold,

fragrant garlands around her limbs,

She steps outside to my courtyard,

A very humble stage for the one

who is the abode of this entire Universe.

The sun makes her ornaments gleam, 

yet her moon-like face is the brightest.

My anklets are around her feet

But what truly do I own 

in this illusionary world?

What I receive –

Beauty, intelligence, riches and power,

All comes from her.

***

And by the bright yellows of dawn

I see her dance in my courtyard.

Wherever her feet travel, little blooms arise

and where her hands softly touch,

Golden dust flies.

She twirls round and round

And I see the might cosmic Gods

Swirling around her magnificence.

Her veil, the illusionary veil,

which she playfully casts 

around this world

escapes the clutches 

of her beautiful braided hair.

And now I see. Clearly.

***

She leaps into the air,

Resembling a warrior

and a warrior she is,

for she is the Devi,

The ferocious Bhairavi,

The invincible Durga,

the slayer of Mahishasura.

She is the dark one, Kali,

The slayer of Raktabija.

***

Her dance of grace and elegance

transforms to a dance of death and destruction.

She is Shivatrinayani and Maheshwari.

She leaps and twirls with her trident

and her anklets and the temple bells ring 

harmoniously,

Just like the eternal forces of nature.

Devi is Nitya, the eternal one.

***

I, a mere mortal woman, a devotee

akin to the turmeric and vermillion on her feet

watch the goddess dance in all her glory.

I see all the worlds and this vast universe 

dance with her,

And maybe it is really true:

That everything in the world dances.

Laasya performs in every object,

in the largest to the very smallest.

***

And then I see the radiant one

stretch her palm to me.

I see my world in her hand

And clasp her hand tightly.

Which daughter lets go of her mother’s hand?

So we dance.

***

Stars and galaxies, planets and cosmic bodies,

Fire and snow, gods, demons and mortals,

I see her in everything

And this is the Dance of Realisation.

The music, the drums and the bells slowly fade 

But the dancing soul now awakened

dances in ecstasy.

I see, I hear, I dance, I understand everything now.

***

The Devi twirls, spins, sings, smiles and laughs

And finally heads to her abode, to Shiva, her life.

My life, a thread in her hands,

I now submit to her eternal play 

of this Life’s Dance.

***

I haven't written poetry in a while now. Somehow I couldn't capture this in a story format, it felt bland and very large and long. I didn't like it. The poem format perhaps gives me a little peace to form the vision I once had a few years ago while meditating on the goddess. I will obviously edit this later for the book, but for now here's the first draft poem for the book

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#cathartic #and in right time #i see that devi makes an appearance to me everytime i fall sick #this time it was through your poetry #we on tumblr seem to be bound by a strange sisterhood by Devi #and it is beautiful #samriddhi <3

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21.4.2024

Watched Dead Poets Society and am currently full of feelings.

#visual diary #dead poets society

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19.4.2024

A day of realizing Devi while feeling crushed. Love does triumph I guess. Sometimes the turmoils get too hard. Also I might have punched a wall thrice and injured my hand a wee bit.

#visual diary #aesthetic #goddess

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I want to go somewhere so far away. It will not matter. I will not be missed. I will not bring negativity with me to somebody's life. I just want to go home. Where the fuck is home.

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I just want to ram my head into a wall...just for it to be quiet for a few minutes.

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Something is tearing my heart to shreds. I cannot breathe. It hurts too much. Too much.

#do not interact

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For every girl child through whom Devi is born, Devi grows within women before the child and cleanses the world bit by bit to make it a little more beautiful for the child. The fight has been relentless. May the fight go on till every force which tries to pull back society into darkness is vanquished.

A little concept art. Just the sketch so far. Hopefully will be able to develop it further. Maa Gauri cradles a child and shields her from darkness, while Maa Kaali stands fiercely protecting and fighting and simultaneously playing with the little one. The little one also playfully grabs a strand of The Great Goddess' hair.

#miru draws #feminism #divine feminine #mother #original post #kaali #durga #goddess #concept art

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everybody give it up for this brand of green. round of applause for most under appreciated green

#YES

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The Bridgerton fever is hitting again. And I have crumbs to live on. CRUMBSSSS. ughhhhh. Release Season 3 alreadyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Also call Bridgerton Bi-panicton at this point....the sheer gorgeousness from every direction.

#miru rambles #bridgerton

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#catto

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I don't think i have gotten this much work done in many months.

#miru rambles

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I cannot get Bandish Project Dakla-s out of my head.

#miru rambles

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#padmannisa #my heart gets a little peace from this edit #Youtube