Soulful Confessions to Lord Muruga

By Aarthi Ramachandran

Her sadness had ripened as an offering to Lord Muruga,

She bore fruit of her deeds, misdeeds, buried as past seeds,

Letting go bitter fruits from her life garden was an act of surrender and love,

It was time to move on, to pray, to accept, as her soul had its own purpose and needs.

She was okay with facing her fears, her insecurities which stir up like wind tossed withered leaves,

As she was mindful now to not breathe life back into them and allowed some space to shed and grieve.

The eclipses do not hide the inner truths for long,

The moon of her consciousness comes up like a soulful song.

Muruga is the breath of love at the end of a long day,

“Put your worries aside”, she heard Him whisper, as the winds of change were ready to play. 

By Aarthi Ramachandran