Oh You Fine Woman!

Who are they I ask myself often? She must be that beautiful woman waiting to seduce me through her eyes that are like deep sea. But when I look into it, I realize that even the sea in her eyes couldn't quench my thirst. I went ahead and in the far saw another one bathing herself under a waterfall. I went close to her wanting her touch and embrace and as she brushed her pearl like hands on my face I realized that her touch did not stop the fire within me. I looked around and came across many more. Some with seductive eyes, some with hour-glass shaped bodies, some with magical feet that danced like a peacock in the rain and some with nightingale's voice. They all were beautiful in their own ways, but none could stop the fire within my heart. The fire that burnt me during long nights of separations and days that made me lonelier by the hour. What was it that I was looking for?  Why would I be not like the other men? Drench myself in women's beauty and honor her bed with my presence and be satisfied in that moment. What was it that my heart was seeking and couldn't stop wandering about? Few wise men, directed me toward women in chola's. They were too like others, though they claimed to belong to their deity, yet their minds were full of opinions and judgement and themselves. 

Then after years of despair and disheartening experience, I came across her. She was like others, yet something about her was different. It was definitely not her beauty, nor her flesh. She did not attracted me by undressing herself, neither she wanted me to cling to her flesh. Rather, she let me see through her soul first than her body. A soul that directed me towards her Guru, her Creator. Passing through her did finally extinguish all my fires within. In the past, some tried extinguishing my fires by letting me burn in their own fires of vanity and pride. But this time it was different. She was not just a beauty, but a beauty that put my mind in the Creator's. She made me walk not to herself this time like others, but rather walked along with me towards her Guru, her Creator. She told me that her Guru was the one that put out all her fires and that he could help me too. I took her hand and walked along with her to meet that Guru. I walked along with that beauty, the true beauty that put my mind too in it's Creator! 

" And when I contemplate the modern type of woman that has denuded her head of hair and her limbs of the mystery of clothes and when she has not, by throwing all these cumbersome veils aside, revealed her soul to us, I fall dead with despair -- whither is she going? The world has become emptied of human beauty. I wanted to cling to her soul, the immortal portion of her, and she wishes me to cling to her flesh and bone which is precious only because of her great soul. Otherwise all is mutton, mere mutton." - Prof. Puran Singh.