The devas and asuras’ cluster around
like the positives and negatives existing in the universe
Churn the milky ocean
as the serenity of blue changes into a battlefield
For the nectar of immortality
the human always greedy for
Mount Mandara used as a churning rod
Vasuki- the snake, the churning rope
human wishes like the rope
Head held by the asuras’
one end by the troubles
The rear end by the devas
the other end by the pleasures of life
Mandara so heavy couldn’t be lifted alone,
Kurma the turtle came to rescue
Vasuki breathed smoke and blazing fire
The asuras’ energy dwindled
The devas rejoiced
Halahala– the poison came out
distress which never really leaves
The whole world in jeopardy
as the creation would be destroyed
Only Shiva could consume the poisonous drink
Help! Cried the asuras’ and devas
The poison traced its lethal way down
Goddess Parvati held his throat
The throat changed it’s colour
And gave birth to the ‘Neelkantha‘
Shiva’s desire to overcome obstacles,
control of mind leaves me with a sense of power
Tired and impatient after years of labour
‘the fruit of patience is sweet’ they say
Finally the ‘amrit‘ came out
Vishnu disguised as Mohini
Lured the asuras’ with her beauty
like the fascination which deviates you from the essence of life
Lost in the beauty, then decieved
As the devas drank the nectar
divine immortality was here to stay
Defeated the asuras’ and conquered the universe
Life as they say is a mix of both
It’s upto you
How you churn the goodness in you
It’s about balancing both
Only when there’s Sagar Manthan within the soul
The blues of peace and strength emerge
and make you achieve the purpose
For which you’ve been given
the elixir of life.