Mainstream, VOL LII No 18; April 26, 2014
An Ode to Anuradha - On her Sixth Death Anniversary
Tuesday 29 April 2014, by
The following was sent by Kobad Ghandy from New Delhi’s Tihar Jail to the Mainstream editor on April 12, 2014: “Through a poem by Rumi in memory of his soul-mate and idol, Sham Tabriz, a fate similar to what I faced on this day six years ago.”
You may be planning departure, as a human soul leaves the words taking almost all its sweetness
with it. You saddle your horse.
You must be going. Remember you have friends
here as faithful as grass and sky.
Have I failed you? Possibly you’re
angry. But remember our nights of conversation,
the well work, yellow roses by the ocean,
the longing, the archangel Gabriel
saying ‘so be it’. Sham Tabriz, your face,
is what every religion tries to remember.
I have broken through to longing now,
filled with a grief I have felt before,
but never like this.
The Centre leads to love,
Soul opens the creation core.
Hold on to your particular pain,
That too can take you to God.
My work is to carry this love
as comfort for those who long for you,
to go everywhere you walked
and gazed at the pressed-down dirt.
I do not know about the soul,
but her inner radiance lives on,
as a message of human values,
coming from deep compassion for the underprivileged.
Grief, is no doubt there,
but time heals the wounds of the heart,
and now acts as fuel to the fire,
that brings light amidst this darkness,
through the message of her life.
Anuradha lives on, as dew drops
on the petals of humanity.
Tihar Jail 1, High Risk Ward