I am HER, SHE is me.

In the churning of everyday lives 
The poison oozes from the nether of the world's being 
I'm not the SHIV for sure 
To drink this poison and become the Neelkanth-
 as the Shakti within lies imprisoned in the lowly minds of worldly hollows 
She rises not to stop the poison - 
The blue ocean it is , of my being .

Dark in the dumps, the draining into the shallows of what people think
To fall into their 'likeness' spectrum -
The haters will hate, the spite will spew, 
Without rhyme or reason 
Then why question the affliction? 
The poison will always ooze 
It will hover like a cloud banishing one to self doubt 
Need I cower down everytime - 
Even if countless snakes bite
Or the lapping crocodiles take a piece of my flesh? -

I'm in my barest - NOT the seed sown by a hollowed out Brahm or the whimsical maya - 

I'm beyond the transient, 
I'm the offspring of the Shiv- indestructible! 
His Shakti might lie crouched for the time being -
But in the timeless cycle of creation - the hiranyagarbha never stops to pulsate - 
That Shakti waits to express herself in the silence and stillness - 
In the darkness, the Goddess rises in due time, 
Undoubtedly, unfailingly!