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)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.