Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
They say she’s a concubine, one courted by
Emperors and Queens, engaged in power-games
At luscious banquets, lavish lifestyles as well as sensual
Creativity, for bargaining with the opulent and powerful.
They say I’m a courtesan, but what about those
Who give gold and expensive trinkets for my services?
Am I less human? Are they so undefiled, that they have
The right to solicit violations on my dignity and self-respect?
They seek pleasurable deeds, which can only leave me
Unsanctified, with pain in my soul. Maybe some Romans
Were callous, uncaring; lust-driven humans of outer affluence;
Perhaps they took advantage of the downtrodden and oppressed.
Perchance, in the Garden of Eden, a zealot painted me red
With an apple of scars, that even today, still need to be
Removed, from the corridor of shadows in men’s souls.
I am a strand from the harp, of the Melody which we are,
All struggling for meaning in this dense fog of shadows.
I adorn myself with the robe of survival, which, although coloured
In scarlet, allows me to endure; strive for the pinnacle of excellence.
I am a rose and the sweet scent from which all garlands came,
And yes, thorns do linger, like leaches, but will inevitably be
Burnt by a cauldron of fire in my soul.
I am the dawn, walking upon the lap of
Another glorious sunrise, and even though my
Precursor undresses a darkness to rebuke my Spirit,
Light has anointed the heavens with twinkling stars.
You may weep for me, but keep your thoughts sacred,
Enslave me not with emptiness like the Emperor does, but
Let your tears kiss my Heart with empathy and compassion,
Ringing bells for its victory; chanting praises to the glories of Love.
_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 21st September, 20
For the Sweet Lamp of Tomorrow
Clinging on to a mirage, left me with only the
Sand of shadows; Yet that which is bitter to endure
Today, is but a veil for the sweet lamp of tomorrow.
A delectable faith on the soup of the Soul, will only
Multiply abundantly. I made amends, by burning
My agony in seeds of contemplation. Today my
Heart attunes, to the wine of Your lips.
My soul glows, like the sun, in a river of sweetness.
I ride on a carousel of Light, hoisting the banner of
Freedom, to the pinnacle of Love Divine.
Just yesterday, I visited the alluring Palaces of Hades;
Gave myself, to the transitory shadows of her realm.
The moon descended, like a beacon in my darkness;
Now my world is filled, with the glories of shooting stars.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 22nd October, 2020.
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