A Speck of Sindoor And The Secret to Lasting Love
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kally273
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Sunday, 11th October 2009 @ 04:51:42 PM in AEST
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A Speck of Sindoor And The Secret to Lasting Love
By Kalyani Rajalingham
Let me tell you my dear of the secret to true lasting love;
“Never Shall I let Pow’r Almighty rule my heart
Nor let the shine of gold tame my dart
Never shall I shun the maker of my virtues, Nor hide my hand
Should he need my warmth
Never Will I shun his fingers when he wishes to keep his lust away from the touch of frost
I lurk beneath, As though there never was
But you may find me in his work, his ways and his words
I Grace him with the will to strive
And the zeal to bring forth all his hidden skills
Never to him would I hide my face
My judgments, my views, my skills and my history to him are known
Along with my bold’d flaws for him to pick upon
I am his support and shelter, Am I not the source of all his powers?
And should he fall crush’d, I re-write his soul’s memory and awaken his faith
So that he may never shed another dropp of tear or be shaken by fear
A feeder when his Manly pride prevails
And his poem when like a child he flaunts his peacock’s tail for praise
And quietly with a single smile my heart he sways
He may venture far from my shore
Away from my sight, Away with lore
And though there I never may be
I am tuck’d beneath his arm
As his thoughts will quicken to clutch my hand, his guide
While I to him dictate the way, I have unsurpass’d command
What have I to fear? I wish to be his body’s only heart
Pulsing to the beat of his mood, Singing to his tempo and tune
And In the palm of my hands, Till my very grave
I will hold his follies, his sins, his glories and its groans
Ah! But flow’ry hills have their slippery rocks
And it is a woman’s patience that can withstand it all in all
The sweet needs the sour, like poison needs its cure
For only they can tame each other
Like hand and glove, the both of us like shield and sword
Dearest, A woman must learn to bend as she goes forth
For she, like old scriptures, will be the shrine where bleeding hearts fall
Ah! What a heavy burden indeed that my duty bids
But for the love of my life, I know I can withstand it all
Love him with your life my dear
And he will worship you as his soul’s overseer”
This my dear Is all that there is to keep true love
Till the end of your days on this bless’d old world!
Note:
As a child, I used to watch my mom in the morning give my dad the sindoor and ask him to put it on her forehead......................Obviously, this was a pleasant sight (and a hilarious one at that) for me and my siblings but we never really understood her or him for that matter and we knew we needn’t bother ask “why” because their reply was always the same “this cannot be taught......you have to venture a theory and when you think that you’ve understood it, come to us and we’ll fill in the blanks”...............It took me a long time, but when finally I had, it brought out my respect for my customs..........I grew up in a very French environment with my parents as the only Indian or Asian people in my life and let me say that these are some of the things that first impressed me the most, that made me seek out my culture....... So here’s my theory, my opinion, my view, and my interpretation but for all I know, I could be entirely wrong...........The woman, before the day begins, asks her husband to fill her forehead with sindoor........By offering the sindoor, it is the woman’s subtle way of telling her husband that she will be his source and support for everything in life, a daily reminder you may call it.........In other words, if he is hungry, it is to her that he will run; if he is thirsty, he will be asking her, no other; if he is lusting, it is to her that he will find his way and so on and so forth......By offering the sindoor, she is acknowledging this responsibility with full heart and by accepting it, he is vouching his fidelity, knowledge, trust/confidence and strength to her.....In other words, no matter where in the world he wonders off to, he knows that his life will be with her, that no matter where he goes, he will remember that in his time of need, he can rely on her.....It’s as though she bears all the gifts of life (wealth, fame, education, intellect, talent, luck, victory, valour, fame, health, power, beauty, children, food...) that he may need and holds it all for him............And in an odd way, they then become a need to each other, not an option...............And she in return knows that without her, he will be a depressing sight and a lost soul......A tree without roots cannot stand no matter how big, no matter how strong.....and though the roots are invisible to the naked eye and so much smaller than the tree, it is the anchor that keeps it in place, it gives it a place to call home......The man, like the tree and the woman, like the roots can make life blossom anywhere........This is what I’ve come to see in the Sindoor......
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