The Bloodlust of Kali

Long long days, eternities of pain beautiful Kali bears
this hell Lord, she asks, implores she i love hell
of my lust for you God, my deep animal desires
hell is born, My King, you are the beast i set to conquer !

You are mine, I will raise hell, to raise you from the dead
remember Isis and Osiris? Our other names?
I will raise hell, so you may rise
Dark, spellbound me love
satisfy my lust
in my mossy labyrinths you roam,
viper !!

Shiva remains quiet. The Yogi, he is snow
He says, I understand.
In me I am torn
in my desire of solitude immense
and my love to accompany you,
satisfy lust, me, you are my heaven
my only refuge.
you say you love hell
but i see your pain
heal love, you are heaven.
heal please, you leave hell

Kali cries, like she always hides...

when....
in solitude, some place by river .
i set my moments, eternal
bit by bit, so you may
have some rest,
silent breeze, paradise .

when....
duality dissolves...
after the storm
This war dear, this is the story
we must complete
we must meet.
Its ages since
ages since
we last met. 

Mahamaya

Dark surreal wars at the realms 
Fear is but a lie, all souls believed...
A think of past already, fading, disintegrating
Paying the price for freedom, integrating.
The Trinity of being, magical reunion
Goddess Mahamaya, worship her,
Shiva washes her feet, Kali, are you sad?

Hara, why do you even ask!
Sad! I am broken,
if not for you, your loving memories
God, I had forgotten!
After a pause, for the hearts to bleed
....
Kali dear, I was never away
the mendicant smiled,
this is but an illusion
we are not here, ascension.
You are she, the one you look sadly
you think she is lucky? Durga?
She just hides the pain,
she cannot speak,
unspeakable offenses
they did to her,
they trampled her heart,
broke her trust, just like you,
rain, rain, rain
wash away the pain.

....
but you see, you see again
and again, at all infinities
you still love me, unbroken.
i always love her
she is you, my balance,
i love you. you are me.

Who are we? 

Dearest beloved,
Shiva said, 
we all are, we are eternal
Harmony Symphony
Purusha and Prakriti
The earth and the sky,
never separated, but lost
forgot our true selves
learned to hate us
carrying their guilt,
a cross we bore,
to try and help,
souls seek redemption.

Our work is done, home is near,
we decided once, the trinity, the trinities
we decided, at this time
to allow time, till this time
we meet again,
the rainbow of hearts, blossomed past
the road to the end, the Mahapralaya,
all said and done, immortals,
time is nor fast nor slow, 
after the end, horizon glow!

Mahamaya, the Great Illusion

Dark Freedom

Love of Kalika.

As if a memory
One night, storm raged, it was raining
on the thousands of leaves
and the forest was breathing,
snakes. The night the rain came down.
Was he there?
How can I trust him?
So many, but so many broke my heart
I suspect I even have a heart anymore!
Thinks she.
And this slavery.
This perpetual cruel churning of temptation
leading to despair, hurts so deep
no man can ever comprehend,
you speak of love!
How do you know
The unspeakable torment your woman
went by, just for love.
You speak of love
I do not remember the word, said she. 

Shiva quiet

What can the man do?
He tries to tell her all spells
any safety he can conjure
the magician by the road,
but she thinks it is a waste
no body can be trusted.

What can he do?
He tried being nobody even.
He became, but of no use.
She is hurt so deep
It is natural, he thinks.
Ages of pain.
I should be thankful.
She still sings!  
At least, there is the memory.
Reminiscence of reincarnation
The night of the eternal rain.
Thousands leaves and
river endless, all roads
drowned, island homes,
no one to see
but her memory.  

Tandava the Cosmic Dance

Simple Kali

Prakriti is a simple woman.
She tends her gardens,
murmurs songs while she smiles,
and the gardener is careful
not to step on the busy ants,
working day and night.

As the Queen, she says, 
they are tiny you see,
savior you must be.
She talks to them
my regards to your Queen
you are welcome,
she can almost hear
the butterflies whisper....

Her fingertips
are all earthy,
like a clay figurine.
Salt from her tears
They wet the ground
in rain, she does not
feel the need to
dry. Rain, come again,
May you wash away
all pain, so much rain. 

Kali, you are pure as snow.
Her man says,
take care, i will be back.
she reads them by
an orange lamp, her letters
his letters,
when the words come along
separated from a battle song.

Sadasiva Kalika