Intrepidity

This feels like a full circle moment because this is my last ever poem in the Navarasa series! I'm quite glad I have the time to write and post a lot more because (well, I have free will), but mainly due to the journey itself - the nights I wrestled with words until they bled meaning, the moments I nearly gave up, the tiny victories when a line struck true. 

People generally underappreciate or don't really read these pieces. In fact, I don't own a mailing list, or I really have no clue if I do, but if someone here is out there reading this piece, I'm so grateful for your time and effort to appreciate my writing. I started this journey at the age of 14, and now having some of my pieces published in magazines and am able to develop my blog more, I feel so surreal and happy to have reached this moment. 

This final piece from the Navarasa is about bravery. Veera, they say, in Sanskrit. It seeks to capture the pulse of courage that rises in the face of fear, the quiet strength that steels the heart, and the unyielding spirit that drives one forward when the world dares to stand in the way.

Okay, time to cut this yap. I really hope you like this, because I wrote it all for the things I felt, and nothing will change that.


Intrepidity

The river never pleaded the escarpment;
it learned the fall, the fault, the law of descent.
Dawn arrived unsheathed, ferric and exact,
a sky scraped clean of mercy, of lament.

I gathered my name from uninhabited rooms,
from porcelain gone cold, from doors that sealed like oaths.
Time moved through me without rite or sound,
no pyre, no elegy, only the discipline of growth.

Stone understands this better than prayer:
pressure instructs what survives, what holds.

What might be mistaken for grief
was merely ground, refusing to fold.
What endured was not love,
but form,


and I did not break it to be chosen.


It will be remembered in ordinary strength,
in rooms that do not tremble,
in hands that no longer ask,
in the way silence acquires weight

What was released did not decay or bend,
it learned the art of standing without end.

- Mridini

Rasa: Veera (Bravery)





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