Tandava And Lasya

Forever

The silky, midnight black tresses
Tickling His fingers, the smell of
Dahlias exuding from the soft strands
He must be careful with them...

She sat there, Her back faced to Him
Incensed at Him unbraiding Her hair
That She had made beautiful, with a touch
Of winsome swaying in the air.

He sat there, contemplating His next move
"Sati, I shall make them look prettier, believe me, my moon."
"If thee, the ascetic with the umber matted locks
Can braid my soft, charming locks, I shall adorn you with my love."

He smiled, a smile that turned Her cheeks scarlet, against his camphor-white body
Her head leaned against his chest
"Shall you, braid them again?",she asked, her eyes winked.
He giggling, softly, softly hugged her from behind
"My breath, my life, I am here to adorn you. Never let your soft palms be tired of braiding. Ask me, your lover!"

She got up, chuckling wildly, Her white teeth shining under the silver moonlight
Her red lips blushing against His warm sigh.
He touched her hair, braiding them slowly
Enjoying, cherishing every moment with His Shakti.

A strand flying to His lips tickled them,
He closed His eyes, too lazy to remove it
Yet He had to, for He was instructed
To make the most beautiful braids in the world.

His aparajita, Dahlia and roses
Jasmines and lotuses
All came to make Her more alluring
More bewitching.

In the forest of Kailash
Among the deer and squirrels lovingly gazing
At the sweet love of the Divine couple under the moonlight
Speaking sweeter than honey.

"The braids are made, and I now seek to find my gift. Or if you say, the reward that you promised to shower on me, on this full moon night."
Sati turned around, and Shiva put His head on Her lap,
Her fingers now entangled in His matted locks.
Her forehead pressed softly against his ash-adorned one
"Let us be there, forever!"