The exquisite hope diamond ring that was
tightly wrapped around my shaking finger,
is it enough to keep me chained or do you
think I stayed for a few golden jewels?
You can very well tie me with the,shackles
of your heart’s desire and lock my yearnings
in an embellished magical lamp and seal it
with an Indian pearl. But are the ruby and
topaz strings strong enough to tie my soul to
some wooden vows? Has any sorcerer ever
been able to trap a soul? My soul has been
emancipated long before you were born it
flew across many deserts, crossed many
channels and soared much above the azure
skies. And for my wild heart, you can scribble
many criss-cross lines with a marker of your
desire.Could any illusionist ever conjure up
the strength to tame a heart? The profanities
that you hurl at me are no longer the cause
of my woes. I no longer feel humiliated
when you mock at me with a grin on your
handsome face or call me a whore or an
unstable lot. Much before you since centuries
men have called me different names and
temples and shrines haves offered me
several offers of redemption and even tried
to chastise me in the holy waters of sacred
rivers. But while pundits and priests were
performing fire rituals for the purification of
my sinful flesh my soul was busy consummating
with the hollow winds and erect trees on the
moonless nights. My spirit paid ablutions
and offered few locks of raven hair as a
sacrifice to the Goddess of Earth, Gaia and
my soul just soared higher and higher
after being blessed with the final liberation.