Kali
who is death
with chignon on head
tiara of skulls and crescent moon
she scowls, baring her teeth
wild, naked, her tongue sticking out
bursting sheer power.
Kali
who is black
of mind, body and soul
a divine protector
bestowing moksha
the Adi Shakti
the mother of the universe.
Kali
the shakti
who is fearless
the destroyer of evil
scary, bloodthirsty
of demons, the asuras.
Kali
the true kali
a devi, not shallow
defying all attempts
whosoever tried to shred her
to tame her to pieces
her force is pure
standing endure
Kali
embodies the
boundless freedom
epitome of Shakti
of strength and power
standing unbound from all
restrictions.
Kali
be the kali of today
she still exists
in each one of us
standing against the asuras
the demons of astray
be the kali of today
the mother of all power
you dance alone
you sing alone
just be, to be
the Kali.
~Mehak Varun
The spiritual and the temporal coalesce in this powerful poem.
Thankyou so much, sir
Dear Mehak,
What a beautiful word painting you have created. JJust amazing and aggressive yet subtle. I bow to Maa Kali
Thankyou so much, Mam
The opening is as a Grand Guignol opening as can be imagined or wished for.A piece that starts at 90 miles per hour and ineluctably runs out of race track.
This is such a huge compliment. Thankyou so much, sir