In the yugas to come, he
would forever be remembered as a ferocious being, with crimson nails and raging
eyes, and it worried me a bit. Just a bit.
Would there be sonnets on his
golden hair? The way it spills around his neck, on to his shoulders into a
beautiful mess, curling in the ends with tiny petals of parijata still buried
in them. Would the words do enough justice defining him, or would it fail in
making them know about his eyes that had all those constellations? Would he be
called as the Sun itself and stopped there without going on and on about how he
has the whole of celestials spanned out in his chest. What would happen if no
one knew about all those wildflowers that kissed his waist in a vain attempt to
steal his scent?
Would he be known for his fury or
would he be known for the way he made me fall in love, with his smile that
stretched across his cheeks, making his whiskers dance, luring me into his lap?
The way he grinned, a mischievous one this time, not the one that came after a
terrifying roar, but the one that showed all his canine teeth peeking from those
curved lips, making me want to touch them and prick myself. (As if he would let me get hurt).
Maybe he would be known for his
anger, the way his breath makes the earth tremble under our feet, the way his
nails could swipe across the skies, ripping apart the lokaas in two
pieces. (I heard Indra whimpering when he threw his arms in the air). With
all those thoughts clouding my head, I knew for a fact that he would either be
remembered as the one who killed my father mercilessly, or he would be known as
a savior who saved me from a demon king.
I looked up, surrendering myself
to him and he was already there, looking down, his eyes shining like those
jewels that the ocean hid in her lap, his crown was tilted a bit, buried under
those uncombed spirals that defied gravity. He was huge, covered in blood, with
fury still burning in his eyes, but then, all those withered away, thinning in
the air when he saw me.
It no longer worried me on how he would be
defined, when I climbed on to him, working my way towards his lap. He lifted me
up, after my embarrassing attempt to climb, chuckling a bit, cradling me in his
arms, securing me, hugging me, petting my mane, only to pull me closer to his
chest. I could still feel his heart trembling beneath them, drumming from all
those anger that he raged a minute ago. I could no longer resist, as I sunk in
him, in his scent, in his warmth, in his love, swallowing all the whimpers that
had its wild escape form my heart. I stretched my neck above, and saw him,
looking at me with utmost love and I could feel my chest expand in happiness,
in joy, in love, with unknown words birthing in my tongue to praise him, and
his mighty, mighty, mighty heart that had all the adoration for us
stored in. My fingers had its own course of exploring him, his majestic torso
that held the celestials and nebulae, the way they burned the evil and mothered
the good. How I wished I could forever lie down on him, hearing his breath and
basking in his warmth.
I could see him raising his paws,
to settle my palms on to them, realizing how puny I was next to him. He was
everything, the gold, the silver, the earth, the Sun, the stars and the moons,
the flowers and the butterflies, the winter and the summer, the being and the
angel, the words and the sound. He was everything, the Lord, the God and the Ultimate
Soul.
He smiled, and I could finally understand the Vedas. He smiled, and I could hear the Earth brimming her oceans full, to was away his dirt. He smiled, and I fell, once more, over and over again, to lay on his feet and serve. He smiled, and there was a fire in me, burning, burning and burning every single doubts that swam in my veins.
He was mine, and I was his. He
was the man, the warrior, the soldier, the good and the bad. Everything had his name
and it was because of him there existed everything.
He came when I asked for,
breaking the stones and the marbles, birthing from the pillar, roaring, roaring
and roaring, until he glowed, blinding the Sun and burning
the skies. His claws clicked and the anger that frothed in his chest brought
thunderstorms, breaking the oceans apart. He saw me in distress and his lips
curled into a wild grin when he finally ripped apart the demon’s chest, sinking
in all the blood.
There was this worry again, with the world already naming him as a wild one, scared
to see the love that conjures in his eyes when we call him.
“Narayana” I sighed once again,
and he smiled more, breathing in my hair, taking in all the devotion I have
towards him. I snuggled into his mane, savoring every second, my fingers already
dancing on him, memorizing his skin. He was divine, spring and everything else I spent looking for.
The creator of everything,
cradled me in his bosom, cuddled with me and I took a long breath, as he wrapped his
finger around me.
“Narahsimha” I whispered, bowing
with reverence and he smiled melting me more.
And it was then, all my doubts
vaporized. The evil will always fear him and the good will know his smile. He would be treasured, worshiped and revered, and I, would forever love him, until my heart finally gives up.
