Her Baggage!

She tried to fill it! Fill it with items of choice

And, memories of rejoice

It filled to the brim …..and it filled furthermore 

Memories and attachments …..

….Of days gone by…..…..that began overflowing….

To fit them in was impossible 

She tried all the tricks! She tried all the flicks

Stuffing up the old trunk!

The trunk of those days…

When she was young…

And the tresses had no grays

The clutch bags gold & silver

The red hand fan with ends of silver 

Its material was embroidered 

With initials of R and H 

The green velvet gown from her mum

The red and blue saree with lace

That had once been a sign of grace

The maroon saree with gold edges

From the trousseau of wedding pages

 The handbag with nostalgic crazes

It went in to find a place of belonging 

The belongings that had become a cage

A cage of attachments and sentiments 

That began to bind her towards the bends

And she was getting sucked in by desires

Stuffing as many symbols of days of yore

That had scraped her hungry soul

And left her unfulfilled forever more

For she was bound by vasanas evermore 

It felt unhealthy! 

It felt clumsy!

It braised and bruised her inner core

She was nearing the Almighty’s door 

Yet! The pull of this heavy trunk …….

Laden with nostalgia and ownership 

Moving her away from the divine shore

 She kept adding items of choice

That once gave her rejoice……

Yet! She had felt deprived

If only she had already died!

Now and back then her soul cried

Fighting between detachment and karma

The karma that finds place in her dharma

And she stuffs the vasanas in deeper

Trying to silence the voices of calling

Hoping for the burden of the baggage…..

….to reduce and not seduce……

She awaits the gift of liberation…..

…..a solace from the drama following her dharma

Being visited by her present ……and past karma

Sikiladi