Navarasa
Shringara
The scent of Parijaat
lingers in the soft moonlight
my breath entangled with his
Hasya
Those unabashed squeals
Like a myriad soapy bubbles
Chased by little ones
Karuna
My child sheds a tear,
A mother bird mourns her nest-
Grief lingers, silent.
Raudra
Another Nirbhaya
The third eye of Shiva must
burn this world to ash
Veera
In Subhadra’s womb
A young warrior waits keenly
to kiss battle field
Bhayanak
swords and lit torches
In hands of people praying
To another God
Vibhatsa
Vultures encircle
The red bloodied reeking earth
Death dances about.
Adbhuta
The joy of catching
fireflies by those little hands
The wonder of twilight
Shanta
Blessing of full moon
washes over the suckling
babe with milk divine.
