Kirtimukha
with unfinished purpose
starting with the tail
eating itself until only
remains its glorious
face of fearing divinity
at every arching door
Bakasura
when hero and villain both
uproot trees and hunger is
not to eat but the pride of
eating when guests slay
monsters blood flows from
his hill some times
Arunasura
Ten thousand years
Of dry leaves then
Water drops then air
Next nothing one day
Of ego that honey
Which black bees kill for
Simhika
mother of eclipse
and morpher of shadows
whose lust unmoved
by defeat forgiveness
bottling just one more
made her cast none
Vritra
dragon that slept
on river course
swallowed thunder
wood no stone nor metal
naïve froth from ocean
death raised at twilight
~Ajay
26/3/19
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seaboyman ~ poetry
Poetry~ is that not the perfect visual image of life and death / a fish flapping on the carpet and a fish not flapping on the carpet ~
