Pain

Indescribable pain Kali bears
sake of compassion mercy pity
holy holy holy you are holy,
to help the hopeless, hopelessly.
hopelessly, hopelessly. hope. 

All this at
Shiva lowers his head
and cry and cry and cry.
Why do you even try?
they are not me, I am you.
How can I? How can I not?
She asks, Shiva sighs.

He can not simply see!!
she sees but seldom says,
they latch onto her being
extract life leeches, as lifeless.

Empty suffering, wish I could not feel.
dead heart, a dead heart is good,
she thinks, will he ever forgive me?
this bloodied lip, will he kiss?
Oh no! God save me.
the SCREAM
HATRED DIVINE. 

Shiva, she wishes
he would avenge for her
She feels so trapped,
so caught up, so confused
she wishes
Shiva create her heaven.

Rudra ruthless, he will do what it takes
He will see she breathes freely in safe
moments mingled with at last
at last, at last the time to meet.
Rudra, please help me
Her bloody lips whisper
You help me,
His desperate urge
carried far.

The Tandava Protagonist

Destruction serenity

The shackles holding me, wings.
Words freeing, you have a beautiful name.
Remember your ancestry, the theater
you signed for? Do I? I do, but
You never know. endlessness...
one story, one O, endless zero.
Destruction? Now what is that?
Pain, may be,
serenity, may be
safety, my responsibility.
soul on oath. I am the name
all true names are held.

Her eyes, silent waters
stillness, inner ocean, infinite
I am you, you are me.

The Tandava Protagonist
keeping count by beads of tear
moment awaited
painstakingly made
dot by dot by dot by dot
a point is but the eternity
close. open, any you choose.
do not fear love
I am always here. a garland of snake,
Rudra meditates
dance of destruction, cosmos
nothing is lost...
astral planes surreal
disintegration, separation
dot by dot by dot by dot
step by step by step. 

Grave Silence

Need you speak at the cemetery of lost souls?
Sold-outs, hush it now, keep quiet, queue of fools.
The day of retribution, frantic tension, is it today?
Not before the brothers are united !
Shiva and Vishnu
Anti Christ and the Christ
they are the same,
the realization must dawn in
sans duality, prior persecutions begin.

The sadness of the Goddess must be gone
mistreated, abused, but still
holding on to the sacred flame
the silent lamp by the tulsi plant, or prayer,
heart breaking...hold on love
I am here.

She feels the pain
the clouds in his eyes
her beau,
even when he smiles..
why do we cry?
we cry for the martyrs
the innocents tortured
the pain on the woman
the child and the man. 

Shiva's safety ..
he saves as many as he can forgive, with reason.
even the tiniest glimmer of truth, love, light, sane
genuine repentance, all prayers answered
you need not fear !

Goddess Tulsi

No lessons for them

Death is the greatest teacher, he sees at the end,
even death is sad, of the insanity,
and the insane balance following,
the work is going to be heavy,
whence apocalypse ensues,
taking in all who missed
the meaning of all things, the Artha
by will, by choice, of denying
love over evil. 

Dance Unsung

Fateful eternity

Little did the Goddess know...
Little did she know
pain immense of the seer,
She could never see what he saw,
She would never believe his vision.
Rudra just could not express.
How can he?
Narrate her leaving home,
A day, when they will die,
she and him. 

Her instincts were blinded
She could never believe her father
would still be cross !
She smiled by own in seclusion
happy to meet her sister and mother,
and father, she thought,
he can never deny
my happiness !
All I need to show
is how happy I am
How beautiful is our home,
How beautiful he is now.

Shiva, he saw everything.
He knew everything.
He was helpless even then.
He can never intrude !
Break her delicate dreams
Never ever in any eternity!
He just sighed,
Devi, do you have to leave?
He asked, as if, indifferent,
She thought,
he was just being careless.

His heart was breaking as hell
He had to smile,
hiding tears in his own space
How can he?
How can he show her
what he has seen !
It is the day,
fateful day, where
even deities are helpless.

Love is strange
and so are the myths.
One should not go against the flow
One should not visit uninvited
The yagna daksha held
was in revenge
the congregation assembled
for the purpose of revenge
on Mahadeva, the King of Deva,

How can she leave him and go
Why does not she understand?
His heart was broken more,
Vishnu and Other Gods
they attended the ceremony.
a dire insult
to the Lord of Nine Realms
trying his compassion
gambling in the sense.
   
Neelkantha asked once again,
holding her hands gently
maybe, for the last time in many ages
imploring, please do not leave
saying more with eyes
than words can summon.

She looked surprised,
her honey lips slightly parted
Astonishment.
Durga thought
Shiva is stopping her.
You do not know anything!
She smiled.
She was adamant
This time she thought
She would make it happen
A truce
A truce between
Rudra and daksha
her beloved
and her father.

She kept thinking
I can do it, but I must try
I must not be shy.

The departure

When she left
He stood by the doorway
of their crystal palace,
Home!
It did not have any meaning now!
Already empty, she was not there.
Quietly he stared by the desolate terrain,
the road of endlessness
picked up a flower, absent minded
Dropped from her hair..

He was,
Already a lost man,
a dead man
For this day,
he will have to bear the pain
losing everyone he loves,
his dearest and his brother.

She arrived at her father's home,
Daksha was headstrong
bent on mindless revenge,
The fates were unbroken.
They insulted him !
She could not just bear it
Durga just could not bear!
her heart tore
her heart tore
as if she
did not belong there !

She loves her father
She loves her beloved
And all foolish gods,
Vishnu, Indra, Surya
they kept saying
the most worst things of him.
Divine jealousy !
She cried and cried
Yogi where are you?
She just kept thinking,
there he is
silent somewhere
taking all this curse
because he loves her.
....
She felt to scream curses
but how can she?
She loves her father
Her mother and sisters,
What will they feel !
Pain pain pain
rain rain rain.

Her soul just tore..
She reached out
In an abstract hope,
for his hand.
He was not there
How can he when
the ceremony was
about him,
not being there !
the poisonous words
they kept saying
demeaning the mighty
Mahadeva,
somehow certain,
her pain
would make him bleed,
all these venom
She just could not bear!

Her heart tore
as a trampled flower.
Durga fell down,
The ceremony was silent.
have they taken it too far?  
It was too late.
Her body she left.
laid lifeless
Divine Devi,
heart broken.

stars died
rivers cried
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
Suddenly
the cloud
descended
on the faces
twisted until now
in viciousness,
now they dare not think
Shiva Almighty
Lord of Heaven and Hell
What will happen to them? 

The silence
 
All were silent
They dared not breathe
Lest more sin is committed.
what have they done?
the Mahadeva, King of Kings,
the Lord of Tandava!!!

They shook in uncontrollable fear
palpitating, all mighty Gods
Vishnu included,
their feet shook in terror, like twigs
at the face of a storm.
All of a sudden,
Now they felt, what it feels,
as demons
earning retribution.
prepared for sacrifice,
bloodied temple of Vairaba.

The rage

Cloud cloud cloud
thunderstorms raged,
out of nowhere
the sky rained snakes
the wind, it became pungent
with decaying flesh.
Rudra knew everything.
the mendicant,
the moment Durga left
he changed !
the appearance changed !
A skull, a skull he became
From the fire
of his eyes
arose the destroyer
terrible Veerbhadra.
Armed with a mighty scimitar,
his eyes were burning coal
snakes were coiling
in and out of his mouth
Mahakaal summoned hell
the rage of revenge.

Fiery thunderstorms leapt from the skies
the ghosts began dancing their crazy dance
weird eerie laughter of Shiva's anger
filled the universe everywhere.
The defiant gods everywhere
they trembled for the apocalypse.
Who can save them now? 
indra and daksha
laid themselves prostrate
at the feet of Vishnu
as a last chance.

Vishnu tried summoning the chakra
in panic to disappear, war?
he tried in fear to take Parvati's
lifeless body, from the floor.
forgetting,
the chakra was a blessing from Shiva,
his emanations cut the Goddess
her divine body, in pieces.

Enraged enraged enraged
Veerbhadra devoured the chakra,
Vishnu was left without it. Forever.
and, one mighty blow,
Vairaba took the head of Daksha.

A pause

Shiva just stopped, at his brother
he cannot slay him!
He could only say
Why Vishnu? Why? Why? Why?
How could you even do that?
then he screamed,
Parvatiiiiiii
and just fell
fell like an avalanche
as the oldest tree
He fell. 

Blood flowed
from his eyes as tears
he just laid there
In that devastated space.
His tremors,
he paused them in space.
Kali would be created.
As long as
a forest grew around him
with a hope
one day,
she will return again
some day in some eternity
he has to fulfill
the vengeful dance
of apocalypse.

Veerbhadra Vairaba
Sudarshan Chakra
Crime of Vishnu

Kali Bare

Blessed Prakriti, lost woman in painful indecision
Should she bear, just keep bearing the hurt, all bare?
She has never known love, sometimes she feels.

On nights, somehow nights are blessed
The dark, darkness, dark man Shiva, she feels embraced.
I feel impure, love; i feel so impure that the water
the mirror i hold in my palms, folded for your prayer
i wish i held blood, blood of all my hurt
anoint your temple with my pain
would you accept my prayers then?

Rudra, the mighty man,
lowers his head in shame.
Dearest beloved,
finding soft words
flowers for her worship,
he says, gently,
with a sense, helplessness,
love, all darkness created of me
If I am to assume responsibility
your pain is by me i can not deny.
i can not deny, not deny, deny...

many a times, in this maze, i lost you
seeking you, my love, is my world
blood prayers you say...
beautiful, 
i am honored that you can still love
after all the hurt and pain, absence
we never seem,
to be together again
and again and again we try
many a worlds created and destroyed
but,
we never
never seem to find time.
am i time?
Are you timeless?

They cry, rains fall like a murmur
Finding words again
after ages. he says,
Come close, be proud,
come closer, love, 
Hold me, just as,
sacred beloved,
you always thought.  

Silence of Water

Hush. The Lord is silent.
Hush, words cannot describe.
From darkness, was born light..
The ocean, from its depth
Rose the earth.
the first lovers, of the Universe
Rudra and Kalika,
Prakriti and Purusha
infinity eternity, eternities,
Rudraksha, drops of tear.
At Kailash, In his Crystal throne
Ancient of the Ancients
Maha Dev, ethereal waters
snow flakes
It is cold.

Pure as Kali,
dark so dark,
light must show...
silence ushers depth,
End of ages
imminent,
balance works
invisible geometry,
tree poem, Void pain, 
empty end.

Then, the Fakir of the road
casual doomsayer
He will say have peace
If Allah wills, Dead roads
would crack, earth,
spring stream
waterfall.

suddenly all,
Peace as if still, a lake airy deep
pebbles clear, stories held dear
endless and boat,
transparent....
transparent....

floating in the flow,
lights glow,
fireflies,
poignant night,
lost, as in the book,
the depth,
of seven seas,
oldest trees, stars, 
blue night, remember?
remember?

full moon, ancient snow.

3 And God said, Light be made, and the light was made. 4 And God saw the light, that it was good, and he parted the light from (the) darknesses; 5 and he called the light, day, and the darknesses, night. And the eventide and the morrowtide was made, one day (the first day).

Saved From Hell

19 For which thing he came in Spirit, and also to them that were closed together in prison; 20 which were sometime unbelieveful, when they abided the patience of God in the days of Noah, when the ship was made [when the ark, or ship, was made], in which a few, that is to say, eight souls were made safe by water. 

1 Peter 3:19-20 Wycliffe Bible (WYC)


What is the story? Allusions and metaphors? What is death,
dying on cross, if Jesu died, who was the King of Babylon?
Can the Bible be an illusion, of a man, an Anti Christ, bearing the cross
of a character, a Christ, basic human flaws, love and envy co-exists
The story that he had to bear, the story of helpless surrender
Can it be the world's woes he cared?
True Christ, trying to redeem,
even his enemies !!! Fool's toil, and spirit pride
believing all souls can be saved!!!
You cannot, you never, the evil choose evil in consent
masochistic, sadistic, they construe a hell,
seek pleasure twisted !!!
As the story goes, the damned were not saved
Betwixt Crucifixion and Resurrection,
return to home, Anastasia,
Perhaps the Son did not even die on cross !!!
Crucifixion can be the burden of forgiveness
and then the harrowing of hell followed
Eight were saved, Seven was his victory,
Eight was the woman's debt, they were saved,
before resurrection, Nine, the King of Babylon.

Harrowing of Hell