“The Dangling Mangoes” Ganturbury Tale
One late afternoon, it was a friday, in Guntur, India, after a tiring lecture day, a college Professor, Gopichand Paruchuri, walks slowly seemingly in deep thoughts: his lecture for the day was about the fruit, mango in connection with Hinduism.
Mango, a Tamil word mankay, symbol of life, prosperity, happiness, fertility is considered king of fruits. Its sweetness so awaited and never out of season the whole year round. Its buds leaves and other parts of the tree is of great Hinduism spiritual rituals, called Purnakumbha, a symbol of Goddess Laksmi…mentioned in Hindu scriptures such as Puranas , Ramayana, and Mahabharata.
In the Hindu pujas
a pot filled with water,
mango leaves at the brim ,
coconut on top is kept near the God
Walking leisurely, his forehead bump on something and he slumped on the grass under that mango tree:
My thoughts
Seized me
I’m frozen
My eyes
Searched in vain
At last
Two mangoes
Dangling in air
Set many thoughts
That liberated
My heart
And silenced
Thoughts
I Roamed
In dreamland
Copyright Gopichand
It was also a friday afternoon, sometime in september, as he sits near the bank of hide little town river… against the setting sun, he caught a glimpse… a silhouettes of a swimming nymph without any decent restraint…
those dangling mangoes
in its firm freshness
his lips poke
his tongue glides
he glows in droplets
sealing
the intoxicating dusk.
as his body trembles
his soul drowns
his spirit wanders
in its silence
of nothingness…
a symphonia
“i’m yours”, he whispers.
by: ade caparas manilah
tuesday 12:27am 10 april 2018
sydney nsw australia
