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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Of Temples, Shrines and Idols

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Every temple has a shrine. And every shrine, an idol.

The temple awaits the arrival of its idol. Patiently, lovingly. Without the heavenly shrine and the idol, a temple has no essence of its own. Without the shrine, the temple cease to exist.

The temple has to endure the pain of a long and endless wait for his destiny, his shrine and his idol. During this time, the temple has to journey through the seasons of mists, drought, snow and hailstorm in search of its beloved idol. The pang of loneliness looms over it with each step it takes. But it cannot stop searching, that would mean death for the temple. So it must go on, it must follow its destiny to live.

With each step towards the fabled land, the temple bleeds. It bleeds as it passes through the no man's land.

Then one day, when the temple wakes up from a deep slumber, it finds that the weather has changed into Spring. And standing in front of him would be his destiny, his idol, the mother of his shrine, the woman the possess him, the woman that owns him!

The temple holds her within himself. It stands tall around her, with all its grandeur. The shrine impregnates him with her idol. And then the temple, the shrine, and the idol embraces each other in divine love. Entangled, entwined within themselves in blissful ecstasy.

Come, sit beside me. Feel the blisters on my hands, the wounds on my heart, the bitterness of your separation in my soul. I have been waiting for you, forever. Let me hold your hand, let me touch thy feet. Sit beside me, cure my wounds, heal my soul with your blissful kiss.

Let me worship thee, my idol, with my mind, my body, my soul. Let me worship thy mind, thy body, thy soul, thy skin. Let me worship thee with my lips.

[To Ms J, the most beautiful girl in the world]


8 Comment:

Inam said...

Love this. Havent been to your blog in a while. And this is so refreshing. Thank you.

Julia Scissor said...

Now I am curious. Who's Miss J? And what happened to R?

Wondefully written! I liked these lines the most:
The temple holds her within himself. It stands tall around her, with all its grandeur. The shrine impregnates him with her idol. And then the temple, the shrine, and the idol embraces each other in divine love

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Inam : Thanks :)

@Julia Scissor : Sometimes a little mystery is good for health :P

I guess this is one of the best things that I have written in recent times. I am glad to know that you liked it.

Jenna said...

I can only hope that Ms J reads this!

Jenny said...

Nicely written....I always wanted to write things like this..but some times I feel like the most two words 'born talent' are not in my favor.

Anonymous said...

Stunning story. Thank you :)

Amy said...

Out of curiosity I'm asking who's Miss J. I'm pretty excited to know about her..

Amy

Ashley Baxter said...

What a beautiful dedication! Mrs J is indeed a very lucky lady to have someone who cares for her so much. Thanks for sharing your work :-)

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