Waiting on the cold stone
With bleeding wings and pride
Wounded by the arrogance of a king
Who got his wish in his flying machine.
Loyal was I always to the one who
Loved everyone without discrimination
Lying on a pool blood I think of nothing but
Leaving the one who covered her face in shame.
Oh..dear Lord when are you coming
Searching for the lost cries in the wilderness
Without knowing that I who has fought to stop
The one who has been carried off to shores yonder.
Memories flood in me as the life oozes its way out
Of the days of my own love; like two careless
Winged dreams against a sky blue and white
Abandoning the branches holding us down.
One day she too was taken away by the one
Who came with a bow and arrows that did not kill
But wounded the heart with jealous and greed
And left me alone in a sky that turned a black hole.
We had dreamt the dreams of forests
We had sung the songs of winds
We had danced the dance of leaves
And we had flown like the waves of a spring.
Spring bestowed us with flowers to deck up
Our mighty feathers, brown and grey
Beaks shone with the emeralds that we picked
From the depths of oceans and the heights of mountains.
At the capes of seas we drew our pictures
With enormous shadows casted by a glittering sun
And at the peaks we sprayed golden spangles
With the kisses we shared why soaring in spirals.
Night came like an angle disguised in darkness
Only to be deceived by the shine of moonlight
And revealed the whiteness of its soul to us
And we drank the nectar at tree tops.
The mighty eagles, they called us,
Jata and Jatayu, they hailed us
Wonderful pair, thought even gods
But fate was conniving traps to get us.
Oh, Jata, like Parvati to Shiva and Lakshmi to Vishnu
Where have you gone, I ask in pain
The cold pebbles roll down as my huge tears
Wet their ways and leave a trail.
Looking at blood drops and tears obvious
You, oh Lord come all the way following
An echo that sounded like the last scream
Of your beloved who never left you even at perils.
And you see me, hold me like a petal about to depart
From the stem and pores which have been its friends
Till then the mighty storm of destruction struck
In the form of a sword that excelled the lightning.
Before I bid good bye to the benevolent eyes of the Lord
And to the vast sky that once was our abode
I tell him the stories of my struggles against the one
Who had even challenged Shiva once.
On Lord, you listen to the story like a warrior in fire
And I wish I had that ire in my air so that I could have
Imperilled the vile one who had taken away my Jata
To the world of untold myths and pains.
But I am sure this is a moment of deliverance from
All kinds of deprivation and pain, only to join the soul
That has been hovering there in the form of a bird
Which I have been seeing all these while.
With the last breath at your lap and with your
Warrior’s fingers on my eyes, I could tell you this
Never ever kill that demon who had taken your woman
For he was not taking her to the unknown
But to the known world of love and desires.
You may accuse him of greed, avarice and lechery.
But know, my Lord, the lord of all worlds
He too was a man who had sired the one
Whom you deem the mother of your would be sons.
I intervened, only to get hurt, by the one who love
And for the one who love more and in the eventual war
All the loved ones would realize what love would beget.
And it is time for me to depart oh my lord.
Saying this Jatayu breaths his last and he lies on the stone
Like a palm tree fell by a cruel archer
Wings spread and dreams dried, he has gone
And I see who shadows merging into one at the horizon.