Taramala
Second bead of the Taramala
When night arrives, cold and dark,
The known becomes unknown.
Eyes lose their sharpness,
As another world wakes.
O Maa Tara, mother of all,
Wolves howl, wind whispers
Flickering fire, playing low,
Eerie silence stuns the heart.
Weak-hearted, sleep at night,
Your kith and kin
Only those born of your blood.
Worship you with all their might,
As a child, I clung to Maa’s saree
When nightmares struck.
Now, I grasp your name
As if holding onto a lifeline.
O Batuka, son of Tara,
Mould our hearts with fearless fire,
Build resilience in our souls,
To behold Her sacred feet.
O Batuka, you are the essence,
We are just your vessels
You act through our hands and hearts,
with your blessings, we play our parts.
O Batuka, show us Her path
Bathing in Her mantra,
Immersed in Her dhyana,
Merge my soul with her pada.
~ Tāradāsa
26.06.2024
This is the second bead of the Taramala. Taramala is a collection of poems dedicated to the divine Mother Tara and Batuka Bhairava, where each poem represents a bead in a mala dedicated to Maa Tara. These poems are dedicated to the lotus feet of the master who introduced the Nama-Amrutham of Maa Tara to me.
Sri Pavankumar, who writes under the pen name of Tāradāsa, is a member of Kamakhya Bhairava Upasaka Foundation. He is an ardent devotee of Ma Tara and Bhairava. The following lines shared by him exemplify his bhakti towards his Ishta-
‘Bhagawati’s guard,
Her name my shield and my strength,
I obey her call.’
