By: Ritu Garg
Why do you tell me to hide my god?
Do you hide your god?
Then why, tell me why, do you tell me to hide my god,
why do you tell me to hide the seed of Shrishti?
Why do you tell me to hide Shiva’s Shakti?
you uphold Purush, and tell me to hide my Prakriti
really?
You tell me to hide the source of my fertility.
You tell me to hide the mark of my muliebrity.
you tell me to hide the essence of my feminity.
Really?
Tell me, do you hide the air that you so effortlessly breathe?
Do you hide the sun that warms the ground beneath your feet?
Do you hide the rain, that wets your fields to bring you wheat?
Do you hide fire, that brings your heart the heat?
Do you? Tell me, do you?
Do you hide the vital liquid that runs in your veins?
Do you hide the soil that sprouts the grains?
Do you hide the sweat that beads up in your manes.
Do you?
Tell me, do you?
You celebrate birth as auspicious
and whisper about the underlying process.
Why?
Tell me, why?
You show the world my progeny
but whisper about my anatomy?
Why?
Tell me, why?
Can you really half-love almighty?
Can you separate purity from impurity?
She doesn’t distinguish sacred from profane
She doesn’t distinguish lofty from mundane
She is omnipresent
She is in every element
She is everything
and everything is she
She is you
She is me
She is indeed
my seed….
my seed ….
my seed has
the character of life – moistness
the strength of life –ferrous
the colour of life –sanguine
the power of life –divine
these flows give me glows
my highs and my lows
they give me my mystique
and complex moody streak!
don’t make this blood a taboo
this is the life of me and of you
it is to fulfill
god’s own will
to let the world go on
from eon to eon ….
it’s not a shame
it is not a blame
it’s not a guilt
it’s not a gore
it is not a secret
it is not a scar
it is not odd
it is the wish of God
it has nature’s nod
it is nature
it is God
if life is a flower
it is the bud
it is life’s cud
it is life’s cud
it is
it is – period.
