Adrija
You will never know why your crimson lips drive me mad! How strange the curve of your slender hips, the sharp ridge of your nose, the dark kohl-drowned eyes. On your body a thousand stars seem to scatter, and why I loved you in the unconscious depths will remain forever unknown. I do not seek truth; the mind is hesitant. In the premature blossoming of love, I am like Mahishasura, ready to fall prey to your trident— my wounded heart cast at your feet, my unconditional surrender. Let the address of your body remain unknown. I have spent long years loving the shadow alone, rushing across the earth with ruthless force, consumed by unnameable fury, gazing with cunning eyes, murdering morality in the courts of men. Adrija, if I could love the world as I loved you, would I not receive, in return, a crust of bread, a morsel of butter? Could not a single kiss of yours have turned me back toward the path of truth? But in place of a kiss you gave the trident, in place of love ...