I?

Who am I?
Just a seeker
Of the divine goal?
Or am I the “Supreme” manifested soul?

What am I?
A player in this mortal game?
or am I the “Creator”
bearing this occult name?

Where am I?
Wandering for a humane shed?
Or am I, “The One”
Resting on the serpentine bed?

KALI

In the still graveyard, the silence spout
Mounted on a jackel you come,
tearing the stillness with thy dreadful shout
The largness of those ghastly eyes
dishevelled hair,
The dark body of cosmic size

The dancing feet and the dance of death
blood-spattered tongue,
oozing blood with each breath
The potent hands, holding the Axe and the trident
The garland of human skulls
black poisonous snakes, thy adored pendent

sinful hands, cut , tied to the waist
hanging till the knees
they respond to thy haste
redeemer of sins with the fearful sight
Kali...Mahakali...
The goddess of fearlessness and Might

When the light shall fail
to bekcon me
Kali, to thee, I Hail

The Ant's Way

It embarked on a journey
From nothingness
Towards a goal unknown

Followed by an array
Of countless
Members, as identical as a clone

Rushing like a stream, at times
Unto the endless,
At times waltzing to the time’s soothing tone

Cris-cross ways
Distance measureless
Over the bounds the time had known

Barriers it overcame
With heart, fearless
With each win, courage had grown

As if it was held by a hand
Supreme and formless
Stranger, Yet, Known

Devotion so pure
Belief, deathless
With earnest efforts of its own

It just walked
Committed and worriless
On the sunlit path “HE” had shown