Mahakaal

An ode to Isht

Atop Kailash, with closed eyes I see

My beloved consort, Shakti, smiling at me

With admiration, i observe and glee

Veer Dashanan, singing the Tandav Stotram to me

With folded palms and blisters, to mountains, they come to me

Perfectly inside, the travel, what should ideally be

In Avantika with Harsiddhi, they decorate and sing on to me

Still scared of death, how much clearer could i be?

With Bhairav in Kaashi, you think you will find me?

A filter to Vishwanath, At Manikarnika you will flee

From Ganga to Narmada, the rivers flow through me

Cleansing no Karma, again inside, you will have to see

Form to formless, you decide, is the key

I am all pervading, in everything, bereft of thought, free

With all the suffering, your path will be cleared to me

do you have the gumption, is my real plea?

In the end, you will see, when nothing belongs to me,

nothing can be taken away from me