For those whose fathers did not leave behind their addresses

Mother, will “that” come? Yes dear, it will. Just wait. Having spent dreams of an entire youth

Still holding on to all my patience waiting at life’s sunset. Putrefied in the corpses of thousand epochs, thousand millennia waiting, I am, with hope Still

Emptiness fills my begging bowl a deep sigh wears my face shining weapons, dear like dews and pearls have come and gone countless times, you see?

But tonight, tonight is the night of Mahabhiniskraman the night I drench in my solitary pride.

Ceases now the umbrella of dynastic protection Rises in the dark waters of moonless night, a full moon And, a vow That binds us together

I hear a primitive voice ring within: The sun already set will now come and touch us in pitch-darkness. Within you, within me echoes on and on. the voice of primordiality lingers soft and strong.

No need to stir even a strand of hair But do open the door within, would you? You and me, we, flung our hearts open. You let your innocent babbles float reinless in the wind I wipe away my vermillion caste away veil of modesty

You, the child born of me, I, your bearing mother This is complete already. Like the ying-yang of sun and moon, needs no qualification, no added visibility for it to be seen I see it clearly, already dear

And, perhaps I am under the spell of antiquity But convinced I am That The epicenter lies within Let us both stop warming up to the storms far out in the horizons

The rigid flows within itself embroiled is the core of the frozen

You are all I need, dear, you who is the dream of my entire youth. Take from me your identity of seven generations Come, rise, walk. Let lazy daydreams canker in the belly of decaying wood.

Let go of superstitions, illusions There is no male warrior in God’s creation to follow for whom you must wave goodbye to me There is no life in the universe where this bond of maternity is not befitting.

It is true the world is teeming with chaotic crowds And scattered here and scattered there are casual acquaintances we stumble upon They are useful, they are kind you could approach them, any that you fancy. And in return for a hearty cup of tea, he may offer in the register a fatherly name for you. . What difference does this make after all? Your revolutionary being shines within you, dear You need not search glory outside of that inner conscience.

Tonight is the darkest of all nights And here we are You and I children of darkness Trust me, dear, “that”/ “he” will come It will come as a feeling most distinct of all Come and touch it will In one of these still moments that are endlessly lonely, endlessly dark, endlessly quiet.