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Saanvi
Sep 29
The goddess looks breathtaking
In her red saree, an emblem of marriage.
Her skin is soft to touch,
Yet she carries a heavy sword in her hands.
The goddess looks serene and calm,
Only that she is about to **** the darkness of demons who are awaiting their freedom.
The goddess wears Kohl in her eyes,
Only to smudge it with her tears.
As she wins the battles plunging the heart out of evil.
The goddess is a mother, she wears red bangles, a colour for both womanhood and rage,
Intertwined and interconnected since the beginning of time.
The Goddess has given birth to her children
with great pains and no agony can beat her strength.
As Devi would not hesitate to become a bloodthirsty Kali
To protect her children.
Divine femininity I bow to you.
Men can only know the power of violence,
But Devi knows the power of love,
How in times of war, it can be our biggest weapon.
Fueled by the energy to **** not out of hatred or Revenge,
But love that led a Mother to pick up arms
So she could protect us all
from the evil that harbours within.
Devi is divine feminine and I bow to her.
She has been created from the strength of all mothers and sisters and daughters.
She tells us the ancient tale of
how women always have had the hidden strength
To leave trails of destruction, only when forced.
Devi does not bleed every month only to be scared of the blood of
evil rakshasas on her hand.
The goddess will happily drink it
And decorate her hands with the demon's blood,
Spreading it on her fingers like red henna.
Devi looks focused, almost peaceful as she kills Mahishasur.
She doesn't want the glory of power.
Her only truth is love.
Even in the heat of battle, Devi's beauty shines through.
Divine Feminine, I bow to you.
In her red saree, an emblem of marriage.
Her skin is soft to touch,
Yet she carries a heavy sword in her hands.
The goddess looks serene and calm,
Only that she is about to **** the darkness of demons who are awaiting their freedom.
The goddess wears Kohl in her eyes,
Only to smudge it with her tears.
As she wins the battles plunging the heart out of evil.
The goddess is a mother, she wears red bangles, a colour for both womanhood and rage,
Intertwined and interconnected since the beginning of time.
The Goddess has given birth to her children
with great pains and no agony can beat her strength.
As Devi would not hesitate to become a bloodthirsty Kali
To protect her children.
Divine femininity I bow to you.
Men can only know the power of violence,
But Devi knows the power of love,
How in times of war, it can be our biggest weapon.
Fueled by the energy to **** not out of hatred or Revenge,
But love that led a Mother to pick up arms
So she could protect us all
from the evil that harbours within.
Devi is divine feminine and I bow to her.
She has been created from the strength of all mothers and sisters and daughters.
She tells us the ancient tale of
how women always have had the hidden strength
To leave trails of destruction, only when forced.
Devi does not bleed every month only to be scared of the blood of
evil rakshasas on her hand.
The goddess will happily drink it
And decorate her hands with the demon's blood,
Spreading it on her fingers like red henna.
Devi looks focused, almost peaceful as she kills Mahishasur.
She doesn't want the glory of power.
Her only truth is love.
Even in the heat of battle, Devi's beauty shines through.
Divine Feminine, I bow to you.
Divine Femininity, I bow to you.
Parag Gupta Dec 2013
Sri Devi
Parag Gupta
Dec 2013
I met a girl last night
Her hair a fluid lucid illusion
Her motion a brisk frisk crisp
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
With her brush she danced
My skin, her stage
With her brush she swooned
As my heart, to her, crooned
She drew a sun, and a musical note
In black and red, with heart she wrote
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
Shyly, she held my hand
As the music grew louder, O the band
She wet her brush, dipped in paint
Let go of boundaries, all restraints
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
Her hair a fluid lucid illusion
Her motion a brisk frisk crisp
She drew a sun, and a musical note
In red and black, with heart she wrote
Her hair a fluid lucid illusion
Her motion a brisk frisk crisp
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
With her brush she danced
My skin, her stage
With her brush she swooned
As my heart, to her, crooned
She drew a sun, and a musical note
In black and red, with heart she wrote
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
Shyly, she held my hand
As the music grew louder, O the band
She wet her brush, dipped in paint
Let go of boundaries, all restraints
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
Her hair a fluid lucid illusion
Her motion a brisk frisk crisp
She drew a sun, and a musical note
In red and black, with heart she wrote