Poem 4: How some Hindus find their personal gods, by Arundhati Subramaniam
For AS who wonders about ishta devtas
Picture credit- Karuna Ezara Parikh
It's about learning to trust
the tug
that draws you to a shadowed alcove
in your life
undisturbed by footfall
and butterlamps
a blue dark coolness
where you find him
waiting patiently
that perfect minor deity —
Picture credit- Srijan Jha
shy, crumbly,
oven-fresh, just a little
wry, content to play a cameo
in everyone's life but your own.
A god who looks
like he could understand
errors in translation
blizzards on the screen
lapses in memory
Picture credit- Karuna Ezara Parikh
who might even learn by rote
the fury
the wheeze
the Pali
the pidgin
the gnashing mixer-grinder
the awkward Remington stutter
of your heart,
who could make them his own.
After that you can settle for none other.