Laxmi Dhaul’s Blog

Todays Dracula does n’t suck
Blood - haemoglobin or
corpuscles he sucks
energy
from his victims
Straight from the jugular
the vein closest to the heart.

Energy
is in great demand
Its what makes the world go around
And separates the haves
From the have nots
and brings terror to
our doors.

No garlic to this rescue
Nor the crucifix and once
The current day Dracula
is satiated and his quota
replenished
……..and the victim sucked dry
And cast away dying deprived and derelict

Dracula goes forth- debonair
welł groomed armed
with his grin charged with
the blood of the under dog. Never to be satisfied
he still seeks fresh territory
Compulsive obsessive traits
Live for ever……
 

Those little drops of water collecting
By the side must be tears
from some yesteryears.
Tears accumulated but withheld for another day.

And now that day has come
And the tears emerge slowly.

I can see you  shake your head
The glory of old age is not what is understood
The glory is not the crown but a silence
Of what is not said

And now the years have passed
And there is the finality of ‘no tomorrow’

Old age is not the wonderful state
that younger people idolize
and use the words ‘noble’ and ‘dignified’!
It is fragility and pain that is unspoken

What dignity is there in helplessness
What words can be used for pain
How do you share the sorrow of not being
Master of your own fate ?

They call me a gizmo mum .
I collect and use  more cameras,
cell phones and laptops then most people!
And yet my teenage  daughter laughs
When I tell her ………….

That though  she is
the ‘i-pod’ of my eye and
the ‘i-trip’ of my life
the ‘i-mate’ of my heart 
……………….She is still the ‘i-ching’ of my soul!

The earth shakes, the ground trembles
Lightning streaks across the sky
Shiva with his flaming locks
a drum in one hand and the vigilant cobra round his neck
one thigh high balancing on the other
is about to open his ‘third eye’

Destruction,  the end of creation
The great lord of the Himalayas dances
The mountains tremor, rivers and streams go underground
animals and beasts and birds gather
Siva the ascetic clad in tiger skin
covered with fresh ash from the crematorium.

He controls the fragile balance of
 creation, life, destruction.
With no death there is no birth….. no rebirth
The endless karma of life
He meditates with all three eyes shut
in the Himalayas and once awakened
The third eye can never close again
It can only destroy itself !