m a girl; her house is the clouds, her dreams, her roof
I am part devil, part angel; honest and kind
Child of a wiseman father and angel mother
In me is fused her large heart, his timeless wisdom
But, in between lies my own wild dark side; boom boom!
The girl’s now gone; instead, a grown silent woman
Her heart has chambers full of hurts, pain, secrets, spoils
But, a magical balm too to drive them all out
The storm’s gone, breathe! Hey!
Another one comes along…
I say “Bring it on!’
Blood and tears, scars, and wounds too
Like Kunthi begged Krishna for more woes, for more trouble
Me too, so I will never forget that the blood
In my veins and the power in my tongue and pen
Is it because the mighty benevolent Lord Shiv Benevolently wills that it be so?
Each day dawns by his grace and sets; one more new day
Time’s a bilking mistress; my hair’s grey, knees hurt, ouch!
For the first time, my mind’s clear like still water
I can see my body decaying but the soul
Nearer its goal; ah! I will be delivered…