Lanka is burning my lord
It burns – the flames maliciously licking the walls
Each lick a caress – devouring impurity, leaving a carcass so pure
White, pristine; even through the black charcoal
The souls are freed my lord
The sweet sweet suffering
Oh how it hurts, they scream
They scream loud my lord, willing the pain to stop
Even as the souls fly free
Looking into the blue
Mocking the crimson below
Yellow against black, rays against ash
At last the sins are wiped out
Yes my lord, you won by blood
But what of the sinned ashes?
Will Ganga’s sharp fangs come to meet them?
The golden walls are no more, my lord
It’s one now, with mud and water
Lanka is burning, the dark smoke rises
As I sit on the rock, with my tail in the sea
What were you thinking Radhe,
when you ran down that shadowy path;
so mesmerised by the tune
that even the leaves had stopped rustling to hear.
Such silence, oh such disturbing silence;
the sun was long gone.
Was it the moonlight that beckoned to you;
The wind, its ally, teasingly playing with your senses?
What, oh what, were you thinking Radhe,
when you let the cloth slip down your hair?
As the thorn slowly tore through the sole of your foot
The sweet sweet pain marking your red footfalls
How will you claim him Radhe?
He dances on the serpents Radhe
Even as the beetle leaf juice
Leaves its mark on another
She then lifted her head
Her fiery eyes unabashedly claiming her right
For, long after, when the stories were told
She was Abhisarika, forever by his side
Let go of the arrow Arjuna
Don’t you linger Arjuna
This is just the start
Battles will be many
What are you searching for Arjuna
Why the reluctance Arjuna
Oh noble prince
What stays your hand so?
It wasn’t your fault you say
Is that how you consoled yourself?
You are but one of five
Alone, yet dependent
Yes you did win her
And yes you did love her
But come back to today
Come back from your thoughts
The eye awaits Arjuna
It moves swift Arjuna
You are the water
The water is you
Victory; now rejoice
The soft descending feet
You promise her happiness
You promise her protection
You will be tested Arjuna
You will get lost Arjuna
Stay true to your path
So all can be won
Where are the tears Draupadi?
Why the silence Draupadi?
Oh daughter of Drupada
Do you still call yourself a princess?
You look beaten down Draupadi
You look broken Draupadi
What’s that in your eyes?
Why didn’t anyone stand up Draupadi?
Where were your lovers Draupadi?
Oh wife of the pandavas
Tell me what’s on your mind
“Oh Arjuna”, you cried
“Oh Arjuna”, you sighed
He did not lift a finger
He did not raise his bow
Where will you go now Draupadi?
What will you do now Draupadi?
They have taken all away
They have taken all away
Then she spoke oh then she spoke
The chill in her voice like a thousand thorns
“There will be blood”, she said
“I’ll have my vengeance”, she said
All is not lost
And all shall be won
A mighty stance
To the rhythm of the drum
Shall the universe dance