Kamadeva

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To escape from passion prison

Maybe "passion's prison"? I don't know.

I called up the skies above,

That kind of works. Calling up the sky.

I invoked the hindu Kama-
Kamadeva, god of love.

He came to me, a proud son,
A parrot's back he's riding,

There are different perceptions of time in Eastern religions. So he came, and he's riding. Well, I'm crude... but it could work.

A string of coral blooms from sea,
His charming lips, are binding.

A quiver is behind his wings,

Drop the "is"?

He has no bolts, but flowers,
The river Ganga gave him those
To strip away my hours.

A bloom he put to string his bow,
And shot my chest with rapture,
From then I pass the nights alone
In dreams I can't recapture.

He came to me with deadly arrows
To scold my grand delusion
The son from heavens up above
The god of blank illusion.

Thank you for your feedback! I used the gnomic present there and it has a general sense. Kamadeva didn't ride then and now he doesn't. To call = to pray, to invoke, to cry, though I can look for a different word. The ''is'' stands there for rhythm, if I drop it then the stanza will sound awkward. And no, I'm not of Eastern origins :=)