Seeking love in lust

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Sire, have you felt love ever,
Ever, in your vast pool of lust,
Where you play love forever
With stolen mermaids of love?

When mermaids murmur love
To inflame your ceaseless lust,
Flames of lust must rise above,
Yet yearn for love turns to dust.

When will you cease this quest,
This quest for love in sheer lust
And willfully seek a lasting rest,
Turning lust into a cloud of dust?

Copyright © Feb. 07, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay

 

(Inspired by Canda-Kinnara Jataka tale (a Buddhist tale)

In one of his previous births, Buddha was born as a fairy in Himalaya, in India. He wife was C(h)anda. One day, they were playing in a little stream. The King of Benaris, who had gone hunting, saw Canda’s beauty and wanted to own her and make her one of his consorts. He shot her lover with an arrow. When Canda was lamenting over her dying husband, the king came toward her; revealed who he was; and promised he would take her to his palace and give her all the comfort that’s beyond her imagination. Canda vehemently refused his offer and called him a brutal murderer, a heartless robber, who kills innocent lovers, and take women as captives to quench his lust. Also, she questioned gods how they allowed this headstrong, lustful man to harm her husband, her great lover. Her great love and lament heated Sakka’s (the supreme god) throne. Sakka came down in guise of a brahmin and healed her husband.

 

46 thoughts on “Seeking love in lust

  1. Love wore a black dress.
    Her hair pulled up.
    She spoke in controlled sentences
    After I had lusted after her.
    She was a mermaid yes.
    A mermaid that did ballet
    And floated across the floor.

    She did nothing of the sort,
    As far as murmuring was concerned.
    And ceaselessly, I thought of her.
    That hasn’t stopped.
    I am aflame.
    That fire started when I met her.
    My yearning, my days of hope
    Remember a year
    When she wrote.

    I was so careful,
    And even with all the facts,
    I made a mess.

    I don’t like easy.
    I like impossible.
    And in that state,
    I have always been alone.

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  2. Thank you so much for this great comment, Fiery!!
    Here’s the story that inspired me to write this little verse.

    Canda-Kinnara Jataha tale (a Buddhist tale)
    In one of his previous births, Buddha was born as a fairy in Himalaya, in India. He wife was Canda. One day, they were playing in a little stream. The King of Benaris, who had gone hunting, saw Chanda’s beauty and wanted to own her and make her one of his consorts. He shot her lover with an arrow. When Canda was lamenting over her dying husband, the king came toward her; revealed who he was; and promised he would take her to his palace and give her all the comfort that’s beyond her imagination. Cnada vehemently refused his offer and called him a brutal murderer, a heartless robber, who kills innocent lovers, and take women as captives to quench his lust. Also, she questioned gods how they allowed this headstrong, lustful man to harm her husband, her great lover. Her great love and lament heated Sakka’s (the supreme god) throne. Sakka came down in guise of a brahmin and healed her husband.

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    • Thank you so much for this great comment!! (I will take time to respond to the comments and to visit your sites only this month. Thereafter, I will do as I used to practice earlier: a quick response) 🙂 🙂

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    • Thank you so much for your revisit and the great comment!! (I will take time to respond to the comments and to visit your sites only this month. Thereafter, I will do as I used to practice earlier: a quick response + visit) 🙂 🙂

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