You And I

You are shiva my consummate man, 

I your very half, your severed sati

I lay in parts scattered on the ground

You smeared my ashes to your soul

Ambition and war, children and peace

I granted them all to those who sought

I drank from the blood of my tears at night

But your thirst remained 

Did you leave because of my need

Would you return for yours?

Sisters, mothers, oh this world is full;

Worshippers; faithful souls of cause

One begets another, tiny packets of karma

My day began with no rhythm, 

And nights have never had grace

You took the moon and his Ganga

When you left my fragmented self

Temple bells, ancient dawn, primal needs

To see, to bathe, to touch and worship

I wore ochre sarees of sacrifice 

Spread across the poignant dusk

Quiet ecstasy of love that will 

Never climax again, just fades 

I made sacred beads of tears and 

brought your reflection to life

Until the world met its end, 

And your image married mine