I am no more the substance, but you still are the spirit
Why do we suffer alone
And celebrate together
Why is it that meanings are lost
And the contexts only matter
How is it that we fear the Kaali so much
And yet when Deity is in front,
For her forgiveness, we clamor
Why are we not sure ever
What is that which we seek now or after
Why is this vain hope of surrender?
Will incompleteness not survive this storm
Of uncertain streams and undecided norms
I know how does one placate the priest
Offer the flowers, kneel on ground and say
I am no more the substance, but you still are the spirit
You will have your way, no matter what the world would say
Aug 6, 2007