Kanchivaram Silk Saree Poem by Lovita Morang

here under these blaze of brilliant sunshine
I lived life without you blissfully

Strangers were friendly and helpful
Rather then my own
So I find this universal meaningfully beautiful

All the way for miss india
Lost in airport
taxiwalas trying to dupe me-a lonely girl never helpless
a born warrior
I smile over their blunder

those long lost kashmiri family in self exile,
a space in the taxi with the family-we spoke of love and happiness-peace
I could sense their life was bleeding
somewhere I guess noida sector 54 or 56,
I can visualise their beautiful home-I still love you all

trying to gather grains of time gone

in trains, on bus, trakking

spiritual quest to shirdi, shani skuleswar,
birth place of the son of wind-hanuman
with girish, sachin, ashish television went down they prayed for all the television stars…
they were godly

thanks my dearest friend
I look like the bird peacock
in peocock blue kanchivaram wedding silk saree
dancing in the dark green deep forest

watching the film in goa film festival
kanchivaram every human film


global festival of human music
mantra from my guru

played the broken flute
Wrapped in the wind blowing blissfully

Body draped in white kanchivaram silk saree
I felt like a white dove
then as an angel wraped in white clouds of peace

I am closing my eyes
For I donnot want that lingering black cloud
For still the devil’s triangle exist
I don’t want to bleed anymore
I donot want to see anything black
Waiting black to fade out