Shringaram (Eros)
A mesmerising glance , an inviting smile A magnetic spark , the chemical romance
As biological arousal of the organism Mixes with psychological essence of being
Shringara Colours life , with an alchemy Of inexplicably mysterious experience Teasing one erotically with the taste Of the ultimate divine delight
Shringara keeps the machinery of creation Going and going while also reminding One of purpose , to merge oneself into oneness That jet black from where the pure white emerged Refracting into the various VIBGYORS of life
Limited to the physical , shringara becomes lust Sans transformation, it becomes enslaving Catholically inducing guilt and shame The purity of essence is violated by the violence of appearance A mechanism way too sophisticated To be gropped by crude rudimentary psychoanalysis
Shringara opens to the joyfully innocent heart And becomes visible to the discerning eye As the aesthete within awakens, The queen of aesthetics reveals herself Separating herself from appearance A humanly conditioned pretence Not the primordially beatific intelligence
Shringara is perhaps the first concrete Experience of this intelligence Seductive and irresistible Opening up the secret doors of existence Unleashing orgasmic peaks of delight For the being which dwells In that principle which creates for itself To experience it’s own rapturous becomings
