The Sculptor and Dwarapalika

The river flowed with titanic rage,

With white foamy anger it rushed,

Rather hastily towards the cascade,

The kingfisher plunged into the

Seething Maelstrom with hast,

Searching for it’s pray in the depth

The Master sculptor stood there,

Shoulder deep in the roaring river,

His luxurious hair sticks to,

Black iron body revealing

The rustic charm of his manliness

Eyes closed he prayed to the sun god,

The attic sunlight played on his face,

With its gleeful mirth making it glow.

Slowly he walked with heavy strides,

Towards his hut up on the cliff,

A world full of statues waiting,

To be consecrated in to idols

The master arts man depicted

All moods of human mind

Yoga,Lasya,Kama,Bhoga with mastery

He made poetries with stone making

Intricate carving and sculptures.

The sculptor looked around him,

For a stone to be shaped in to Dwarapalika,

He moved his hands over the stones

To  identify their soul and sound,

His hands were moving over,

An oily black stone with care,

Suddenly he had a strange feel,

The stone giggled on his touch,

He kept his ears close to it

He heard it more clearly,

He could feel an electrifying effect

Pulsating every tissue in his body

He realized the heat of his blood,

Giving a thrive for divine creation,

He hurried for his chisel

Gracefully he started carving

With out paining her and with

 Great fondness and care and grace

His chisel moved along with the hammer,

For yet another master piece

He carved her with a burning desire.

Reflecting awe inspiring artistry

He made her eye to resemble lotus,

Her nose to resemble goddess Lakshmi

Her lips were seductive and tempting

Cheeks so chubby ornamented with dimple

He made her neck to resemble a conch

Her breast were full and beautiful

And narrow cleavage separated them

He tried all his skills to make her perfect,

For him she was an obsession

He worked madly on her.

He didn’t know the seasons changing

With passion he carved her erotic sculpture

But the thought of parting her,

Made his mad and desperate,

She will be with him until ,

 The lunar fortnight to come

The thought of parting killing him

He worked on her exhausted

Not satisfied with her beauty

He worked day and night

His chisel and hammer moved over her

With tenderness not causing pain.

Now the time has arrived

He looked at her with tired eyes

She will be his only till this night

Thought of it ached him down

No one identified the burning desire

Which pinned him every moment

Oh! Dear one don’t leave me,

With mournful eyes he pleaded.

Suddenly  the idol started moving

He could see his Dwarapalika

Coming towards him with graceful strides

The epitome of mesmerizing beauty

Revealed, he stood there eyes glued

She guided him down the cliff

With his hand in hers slowly

They descended  the steep together

She guided him towards the river side

The river shimmered in the milky moonlight

And the awe inspiring marble rocks

Made the terrain  perfect for their reunion

The white sand bed received them

And the starry sky roofed them

Together they traveled through

The less traversed paths of desire

Taking him to the cliffs of heavenly joy.

The river coiled and twisted through the cliff,

Roiling turbulence of the river touched their feet

With the moon and stars witnessing,

They became one and enjoyed

The fruits of romance in its full,

The ripples slowly raised in the tide

Drenching them head to foot,

He find his salvation in her embrace

Slowly the tide moved above them

Dipping them to the fathom of the river

 The sculptor lay  there with out experiencing,

 The warmth of the ripples that patting him,

His soul lifted slowly form him body,

And started its eternal journey,

Towards seemingly endless horizon,

Leaving his body embracing his dwarapilka

His Athma left him to the world of eternity.

Alone he traveled leaving behind

His life time’s love and passion in the riverside

His Sculpture survived the ravages of nature

And stood as a monument of divine love

A sculpture of unparallel beauty

Dwarapalika waited in every lunar night

For another reunion with her master