They chant my name, with fire in their hearts they scream,
They call me savior who wandered out of a wise mystic’s dream,
I buried their villain, they say I washed the earth’s soul clean,
But I smile at them with a heavy heart,
For I miss my beloved queen.
They marvel at me and say I am God’s decree,
They say I am a prophet of virtue and duty,
They cling to me for meaning, parade me in gilded castles,
But I am hollow just as my inanimate life,
For I miss my beloved wife.
I was only godly with her by my side,
I was only a King when I felt her strength nearby,
I was only a Man when her hand was in mine,
Only for her did I make the heavens kneel,
Oh, how I miss my beloved queen.
My father always told me to follow my heart,
Why did my earthly duty tear it apart,
I sit atop a golden tower as my people hope and pray,
I breathe in the clouds they only marvel at, but it tastes so damn stale,
Oh, how I miss my beloved wife.
Rebirth, this power may be mine,
But how can I redeem myself, no other can play her part,
I once roamed the earth as Narsimha, a grotesque beast,
But he protected his child, he had more of a heart,
Oh, how I miss my beloved queen.
I turned my back on her, and she returned to the nurturing earth,
Even death can’t reunite us, my divinity is my curse,
I see her in the grace of all creation,
I see her in the compassion of our sons,
They will be better men, as her love mocks me the same,
Let humanity see, even a God hangs his head in shame.
Oh, how I miss my beloved wife.
Header: MAY THE VALLEY HEAR ME ROAR
I am armed, I am ready,
I am guided by my duty,
No masks to hide who I am,
I wade through the smoke and chaos,
I challenge you to test my mettle,
Hear me BOY, I am IMMORTAL
You scamper and hide in these dark alleys,
To ash you turn my beautiful valley,
You strike from the sanctuary of crowds,
False prophets and death dealers in your head,
I may fall beneath the stones you hurl,
Hear me BOY, I am IMMORTAL
I am a soldier of the Tricolour,
I walk proudly wrapped in the banner,

The union of two souls I thought,
A home for new life and love, I always sought,
Hoping for happiness, was I naïve?
He said it was God’s decree, he could abandon me and leave,
Discarded, forgotten, a shroud of shame they wrap around me.

Do you think the Prophet would grieve?

Is anger my right, or is it blasphemy?
I learned compassion from God, never such savagery,
My child looks for his father,
With his small hands, he wipes my tears, wondering why I weep,
I teach him my faith, but I fear what a man he will be.

Do you think the Prophet would grieve?

How could he have such control on my life?
Why am I just a man’s wife?
Where is my aspiration, my wings, my shield?
Was marriage all I was raised for, to go to an alien home and yield?
I have been blind, my faith could not elevate me.

Do you think the Prophet would grieve?

My justice is now in the hands of imposters,
Long beards and hearts meagre, they’re no less than monsters,
They twist God’s intentions, and make the faithful cower,
But I didn’t even bother picking up the divine book, I gave them this power,
Greed, misogyny and apathy, wrapped in holy tapestry.

Do you think the Prophet would grieve?

There is no real sanctuary for me,
There is a roof, but not a home to live free,
Faith wielded by the unkind, yet my apathy too is my bane,
The world may hope for me, but I will just be another number, another name,
No salvation from the God I love, I decay painfully.

Do you think the Prophet would grieve?

There he goes riding past,
Where the bravest would come to dust,
There he goes across miles of desert,
To reach the elixir and quench the thirst.There he rides trampling,
All evil and pain,
There he walks among the hungry,
Wiping off their faces, misery’s stain.There he flies into the crying winds,
Spreading the message of peace,
There he treads, reaping the line,
Where unity would cease.

There he stands on the basalt shores,
Challenging the lord like the sea,
There he smiles victoriously,
Showered with heavenly debris.

His might moves the world through time,
His footsteps spring life,
He seeks the stars for immortality,
On the steps of sacrifice.

And the earth echoed majestically,
Questioning his identity,
He caressed it lovingly,
But roared at its audacity.

He answered,

“When hope turns dark,
I will bring the sun to light it,
I shall guide, protect thee,
For I am the human spirit.”