THE ARISING~ of the Red- Tongued & Fire-Eyed Shakti~ the AVATAR~ing KALI
gulmohurs, the raging red
flaming fiery wilderness forests,
they pitching in crackly screams...
yet in the delicate silence irony
of slenderly tendrilling, a swayey
svelte ballerina inflorescence...
..arching out to ~shrinking back
at flexing ease.. in the pulsating
yogic~ asana's malleabilities...
& those striking mustardy holy yellows
with the inner kohl-ized eyeful bleeding
pure reds of 'துத்தி' Indian mallows...
the ubiquitously sprawling roadside
golden weed, Abulition indicum...
of the childhood verdant days.. lay (stand)still
captured in an enigmatic zooming in eternity...
brittly fractured feathery pieces.. yet mixed
emotionally charged.... these lightness flights
of figmenting fragments...
as lively planted (non~) mummified herbariums
of the so~ called parcelled & parted off haunting
of a SPACETIME~ LESS CONTINUUM...
the gathering ONE Phoenix...
...arises (from all its whatever worsening black
deaths & debilitating denaturation debacles unto..)
in the miraculously reversing cyclicalities...
NATURE ... YES. THE INNER HER.
in the (a)rising Avatar ever
The KALI THE SHAKTI THE AMMAN
THE MAA THE STREE, THE REDDENED
IS HERE FOREVER ...the draganous fire
of her RUDRA'S TRISHUL~ing TRUTH
....ashens, as the liberating 'BHASMA',
your ruthless rotting black tongues
and worthlessly pathetic politicking
existence of LIES LIES LIES & LIES
in your egotistically~ conqueringly towering in
spiralling venomous power & heady arrogance
& chameleonic hypocrisies....
ENOF IS ENOF IS ENOF IS ENOF
END. IS THE BEGINNING....