NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL
YAKSHINIS OFFERING
What is desired most? Yakshinis need to know Love, greed, or spirits raised Yakshinis endure inside the Ashoka Tree Avni ran in a frenzy desperation From the news that came her way Avni cried deep without cessation Nitesh, her love, passed this very day With mudded feet, a soaked saree Avni's heart battering, at a rapid rate Finally she stood at the bole of the tree A branch held her up as she rued Nitesh's fate What is desired most? Yakshinis need to know Love, greed, or spirits raised Yakshinis endure inside the Ashoka Tree Offering up the tributes, of camphor and ghee Avni sang the mantras, performed the rituals Vichitra, the lovely one, emerged from the tree "O, my dear Avni, what desire did you choose? "Please, oh please, bring Nitesh back to me" Vichitra fades away as Shankhini takes her place "Avni is this truly desired? He was taken by the sea." A softly spoken "yes," said with reverent grace. What is desired most? Yakshinis need to know Love, greed, or spirits raised Yakshinis endure inside the Ashoka Tree Thirty-six Yakshini materialized, facing Avni Each gesturing above her body's sacred space Glowing fronds from all alighting successfully Vichitra glided to her, placed a hand on her face. "Avni, with remorse we could not honor your plea Yama, God of Death, commands Nitesh stay. Yet, Nitesh beseeches for his essence returned to thee Which we have done for the child the heavens sent. What is desired most? Yakshinis need to know Love, greed, or spirits raised Yakshinis endure inside the Ashoka Tree "She will be balanced, the desires we bestowed Nitesh loves you, and forever more His essence runs through her, his energies flow For this child, who is Bimala, One who is Pure." Foliage keeps dying, cycle of life renews The Ashoka Tree, green throughout the years Avni passes on, her time was overdue Sharing Nitesh's inner core with her mother dear. Yama escorted Avni to Nitesh One held the other; one breath they achieved For she was always his earth And he her heartbeat For she was forever his earth He her heartbeat, Eternally.
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X, Y, Z are usually the tough ones on the AtoZ Blog Challenge. This year’s Y almost broke me. It took a long time to put this idea into life. More could be said, but less is more. Most of the time.
My theme for this year’s AtoZ Blog Challenge is: Nightmares from an Unbleached Soul. 26 lyrical poems during the month of April (no Sundays). It started on April 1st and ends this Thursday on April 30th. After that, a week or two later you’ll be able to find Reflections on the experience. I hope you found new blogs to like and follow. If you still wish to, go to The Master List.
I’ve asked a few questions along the way: what genre of music you think suits the lyrics best? Who or what style of music was in my head when I wrote these? My last one for the week:
- Why Nightmares From An Unbleached Soul?
- I’m curious.: How do you interpret it
- for yourself?
- why do you think I chose that as my theme title?
MUSICIANS, or people who know musicians, hear my call I would love to find someone to collaborate with. Not every one of the 26 Lyrical Poems are winners, I know that. Many will need some tweaking if I take this further. I would just love to hear some, or all of these, put to music. Anyone knows, please email me.
Comments are always welcome.
I can see you put in a lot of research into this- good work! Indian mythology is full of interesting characters and analogies. I feel sad for Avni and Nitesh but I’m glad Avni was bestowed Bimala.
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Thank you, Noor. I’ve been exploring world mythology during this challenge, trying to match the names with the letter and to see if I get inspired. This one took a colossal turn from my first musical styling. I might use that for Z. I’m glad you enjoyed the research I made for this lyrical poem. I hope I paid respect and didn’t go too far off base.
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Not at all 😊
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Indian Mythology to me feels like a web.. one story always leads into the other.
I loved listening to these stories as a kid by either my aunt or grandma narrated it to me while I fell asleep!
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My father read & sang to me. All folktales. He especially loved Hans Christian Anderson. I’m glad you like this.
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