Meera's Karma

This torment is an earthworm. It is dust. It is nothing.
I will not succumb to pain, despair and lethargy.

As Savitri found a way to be with her lord, so I shall find my way to dance for you, my Giridhari. Just as the world sees Savitri as a noble, faithful wife, so they shall see me as well.
And they shall see you as mine.
More Giridhari shall ever belong to Meera.

Your Meera is the fragile foam that crests the stormy waves of the ocean of Sansara. As the waves explode against the stony rocks of the towering cliffs that divide Meera from her love, you will hear the echo of her name. And the echo does not say Meera.
Meera...
Giridhari... Giridhaari... Giridhaaari...

How could the waves possibly overcome the mighty giri and take Meera to her pyaar? The world does not believe it is something a mere mortal can accomplish.
But it is Meera's karma to keep trying.
As she tries, day in and day out, her mind is swarmed by dreams.
Dreams of dancing at her loved one's soft, lotus feet. Feet that she clasps as tightly as a disciple holding fast to his guru's guidance.
Dreams that she is a shellfish torn inside, wracked with pain by the tiniest grain that is her love for Giridhari; waiting for her labor of love to emerge as a golden pearl.
And finally, a dream that one day, her little rascal will step away from his butter pot for an instant, hearing the crash of those waves and the cry of the melting foam. He will pluck the mighty cliff as though it were the most delicate jasmine and raise it aloft with a tiny finger. His other hand will caress the foam that is Meera, lift it gently so it does not dissolve, hold it to his soft cheek and nestle it to his breast.

This, too is Meera's karma.

Mohi laagi lagana gurucharananu ki
Charana bina kacchuvai nahimbhaavai
Jagamaaya saba sapananki
Bhavasagar saba sukha gayo hai,
Phikara nahimohi tarananki
Meera ke prabhu giridharanaagar asa vahi gurusarananki