"kailasha" poems
Where are you Devi ?
Up in the Kailasha
in the arms of Mahadeva
snowclad silent in meditation
while down below in their settlement
humans in the belief you've come down
adorn you with flowers with their hands
and with those same hands **** own blood
rob own kin debauch mothers and sisters
crowd your place of worship with no piety
but for selfies with your image on the background
for Devi unbeknownst to even you
you're no more the Shakti
the prowess against the Evil
but a commerce, a commodity
in the hands of men of 21st century
who know to worship only money.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Rolling and roiling,
I travel through mountains,
and valleys,
asking "Am I good enough?"
All the mundane,
the routine crushes soul,
and heart,
wondering "Is this life enough?"
All the chills,
of the outside and inside,
from the Lord,
questioning "Is this all enough?"
Looking back from Kailasha,
the carved up plains of fertility and happiness,
the Lord smiling,
blessing " In the end it's all enough";
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC