Neelakantha

Neelakantha, the name of Sadashiva, God of destruction to recreate in Hindu triumvirate, drank the deadly poison that came out during the churning of the ocean for the celestial nectar or Amrita by the gods (Devas) and the demons(Asuras). The deadly poison, Halahala, if allowed to escape, would have destroyed the whole universe and as Amrita had not manifested yet, there was no recourse. To save the universe from destruction, Shiva drank the poison but kept it suspended in his throat as otherwise he would also have perished from the poison, throwing the universe into utter chaos. As a result, his throat ( Kantha ) became blue (Neela) from the deadly effect of the poison Halahala. From that time Shiva also is known as Neelakantha.

When the mind is set free,

Unshackled from its reins,

And let it roam around,

A treasure trove it explores, and

Along with the pearls,

Comes up the muck.

 

When the gods churned

the ocean,

In search of the celestial nectar,

Up came the poison

To obliterate the universe.

Will I have the strength

Of Shiva

To drink the poison and

Be Neelakantha,

Or will I perish

To the lure of the glitter,

Seduced and discarded

In plain sight of the nectar?

 

Oh, the allure

of the enchantress!

Giving in to my senses,

Let me drown

In your ephemeral beauty tonight,

And cool my passion.

Let the fire of desire

Be quenched by

The touch of those lips,

Nary a drop of nectar

That will ever touch.

Let the poison devour me,

And nectar wait.

What good is immortality

That will erase my memory

Of thy celestial, transient beauty.

 

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

6 thoughts on “Neelakantha”

  1. So ready to be devoured by the poison, you don’t even know for sure if eternal life would really erase the memory of the ephemeral beauty of your beloved. If I were you, I would go for the cup of immortality and offer her a sip too.
    Beautiful poetry, as always!

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    1. Thanks for the last line.
      I, for one, not even sure if I was reborn or if yes, then absolutely devoid of any memories from past life / lives. So I will go by what I have😀

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  2. Thanks for the explanation. Nice poetry. Hopefully I will take “the beauty I know here” with me. Been missing you. But I’ve had to pass on some reading so it might have been my fault.

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    1. Thanks Oneta. The times, they are getting tougher to concentrate on writing. The brain needs stimulus. We have to do what we have to do to get through this pandemic and that means stay home and stay safe.

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      1. Pandemic doesn’t intrude much on writing. But I do miss the little incidental interactions encountered on going out; especially those that stimulate the brain to start writing.

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