The river
still burns
upon my scars -
Exhuming
dead bodies
from her womb.

AWESOME :)

This poem is as sacred as "Ganga"...keep it up

Nice poem n beautiful photography :)
- Shanoj

beautifully written
thumbs up to lines :)

Beautiful piece of writing Anukriti! So deep and profound, made me read it twice. The picture also is beautifully taken and resonating with the rhyme perfectly! :)

:)

A superb poem, i could feel the elements of fire and water at once in the lines. Don't want to offend but blog template is not good

Beautifully written. Lovely use of words to convey a meaning so profound. :)

Beautiful, even I liked the lines which D liked.

"The river
still burns
upon my scars -
Exhuming
dead bodies
from her womb."

I felt the expression river still burns intensifies the pain.

So nice to see you return with bang like a Phoneix, to bring us on the Dashashvemadha ghat at Benaras! Beautiful words and picture:)

the holiness of the sacred river is depected.. nice work!!!

I loved the poetry.

However, your poem doesn't resolve whose scars are deeper, in the end: the one's whose skin is painted with orange flames covering the scars of a million years or Ganga's who's been nourishing the dead of a million years in her womb?

read and felt every word... agony..

you have a way with words! :)

very nicely written.. :)

You exist beyond your vision,
they don't. (people)
The river flows over the burns,
they heal. (scars)
What heals pains the most,
just like a flickering fame,
burning the brightest,
before going out.

You exist.

Lovely! You capture antiquity well. Reminded me of what Mark Twain said: "Benares is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together."

Cheers!

:The holiness scars my body"Very true.May the holy ganges be protected in such away that the dirt and filth poured into it does not scar your soul.

Nic work. But i doubt any ascetic will like to live that long

simply awesome .. the way you described the holiness of the river !

I loved the last 2 paras most! So intricate and beautiful! :)

Your new follower :)

with artistic pieces like such Varanasi will live surely live for million more years :)

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Beautiful interplay of words, Anukriti :) The pain through the voice of the Ascetic can be heard through your deep words in poetry.. Keep writing dear, you work wonders with your pen! :-)

PS: Missing you in the Expedia contest.. :-)

Hey anukriti, I dunno whether you remember me!

The verses were poignant in this poem, and beautifully carved for the perfect picture tagged along. I loved the way you have described the sanctity of the Ganges, as well as of human life. Beautiful. :)

Great blog here Anukriti... been reading your blogs for sometime and I got an oppurtunity show my appreciation... congratulations I nominate you for The Versatile Blogger Award :)

http://betweensaneinsane.blogspot.in/2012/02/versatile-blogger-award-from-saikat.html

keep up this great creative work ... all the best :) looking forward to more ...

@D
Thanks a ton! :)

@Anmesh Kumar Srivastava
Your words mean a lot to me! Thanks dear :)

@Shanoj K
Thank you for that beautiful comment:)

A great composition! I loved this one. To be frank, I read a couple of other posts as well, but the sheer length waned my interest in them. Partly, my lack of attention span is the problem.

Nonetheless, I loved the posts in snippets more than anything. Keen observer you are! Keep it going..

Such a profound and beautiful poem.... thanks for brightening my day...

Stumbled upon your post, Reinvigorated my desire to be in her womb, once at least in this life time

Awesomely written and Thank you,

Very very well writtten

amazing :)
the lines "till i exist no more" are so haunting, capturing the essence of the ascetic