Monday, April 13, 2026

MY LATEST POEM ' I AM PERFORMING AN UNENDING HOMA '

                                                                               


(I Am Performing an Unending Homa )

Nature moves on,
with a strange, merciful indifference,
As though my unhappiness
were never written into its design.
Night dissolves into dawn,
evening descends like a lullaby,
and the world yields;
softly, completely
to sleep.
But not I.
O Lord,
Why did you inscribe
this cruel insignia of wakefulness
upon my forehead?
Through day and through night,
I perform an unending Homa,
A sacrificial fire without an altar,
Without a priest,
Without end.
It does not sanctify,
It consumes.
And I;
I stand alone before it,
Trembling,
Compelled to whisper Swaha,
again and again,
“I offer this, I surrender this,”
Until my own voice begins to sound like ash.
What offering is this
That never fulfils the ritual?
How much of myself
Must I cast into this fire
before it is satisfied?
What fire is this
that denies completion,
that mocks the very promise
of ending?
Have you turned your gaze away
?Has that sleep forgotten my name?
Or is silence itself afraid
to descend upon this burning soul?
Am I bound, then,
by some unseen, merciless decree of Yours,
To feed this flame endlessly,
To break myself into fragments,
To offer breath after breath,
Hope after hope,
Until nothing remains;
But a handful of ash and even that
left unclaimed by the wind?
Tell me,
Will there ever come a Poorn-ahuti,
That final, merciful surrender,
When this torment is gathered
and ended in a single grace?
Or have you denied me even that?
condemned me instead to an eternal ritual,
Without completion,
Without release?
Is this Homa my trial,
or is it my punishment?
Am I being purified
or slowly erased?
I do not know.
I do not know.
I do not know.
(Avtar Mota )


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