The Goddess Saraswati, in Hindu mythology/divinity is the Goddess of Music, Literature and Knowledge. Every year, during the time of Dushera festival, we place our books before Her and pray for knowledge, for using the knowledge She has granted us before, and it is this knowledge that runs through the words. I am not religious as such, but spiritual, and though I do not go to a temple often, I believe in my heart, that it is Her grace that flows through my poetry.
Her music,
perfection personified,
inspires a rhythm
in my every word,
keeps it graceful
like the swift flow
of the river unchained.
She – simplicity
in portrayal, devotion;
I pray for knowledge,
and to keep me
humble in success
as well as in failures;
purify me of sins
through my words.
Saraswati,
Goddess of literature,
guides my quill,
as it writes my heart
on papers of hearts
in indelible inks.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Grace O’Malley challenged me with “Saraswati, ‘She Who Flows.'” and I challenged Alyssa Reyans with “She fell asleep in my arms… for the last time.”
(March 15th, 2012)