Kali’s Kāvya – Poetry
“Verses woven from devotion, longing, and the eternal dance of transformation.”
Kali’s Kāvya is a sacred collection of poetry, inspired by the Sanskrit tradition of Kāvya—lyrical compositions that blend profound meaning with aesthetic beauty. Rooted in devotion, longing, and the rhythm of the soul, these verses serve as offerings to the divine. Each poem carries the essence of transformation, reflecting the interplay of shadow and light, destruction and rebirth, silence and song. This is poetry as prayer, as invocation, as the language of the heart’s unfolding journey.
“Om Hrīm MahaMaya Swaha”
(ॐ ह्रीं महामाया स्वाहा)
Meaning & Essence:
• Om — The primordial vibration, the source of all.
• Hrīm — The bija (seed) mantra of illusion, power, and transformation, linked to Shakti.
• MahaMaya — The Great Illusion, the cosmic enchantress who both binds and liberates.
• Swaha — A sacred offering, surrendering into the mystery of illusion and truth.
Tantric Illusion
Two pairs of eyes,
Two hearts synchronize their beating,
Breathing together as one,
For a moment that’s so fleeting.
Locked in your line of sight,
We’re an unlikely pair,
Engaging in this ritual,
A rare form of tantric prayer.
Straddling this fine line
Between desire and devotion,
Choking on words I didn’t say,
The breath that goes unspoken.
Wrapped in your warm caress,
You place your hand upon my chest,
I’m tickling your back,
As your lips gently suck my breast
An ocean-blue mirror,
My soul pierced by your soft gaze,
Karmically interwoven
In divine, mysterious ways.
Can you please deliver me
From this life I can’t afford?
Held by the love of baby Krishna,
Unattached by Kali’s sword.
Give me something to believe in,
If only for this lonely night.
The truth will show itself
When the darkness turns to light.
Tantric Delusion (Part 2)
Now that the night has turned to day,
Your optical illusion has faded away.
I can see who you are with the help of the sun,
I can walk away, but I choose to run.
I opened my mouth,
Hoping you’d see the depth of words,
But it was just another breath,
Unseen and unheard.
Was I stupid to believe
You cared even for a minute?
My heart feels so much lighter
Now that you’re not in it.
Your silence says more
Than any song we sent each other.
And now, I give this pain
To my fierce and divine mother.
This was never about you,
It was about me and my art.
I can finally paint the picture,
Now that we’ve had some time apart.
Raw and untethered,
I feel anger and regret.
My voice was left unspoken,
And my needs were left unmet.
Pressuring me as some kind of twisted foreplay,
I didn’t say no because I feared you wouldn’t stay.
You walk around feeding your many desires,
But I see you now—selfish and a liar.
You made me feel like I was the only one,
Using my mouth as a means to make you cum.
Another body down, another sleepless night,
Another senseless victim you haunt in the moonlight.
You touched my body, my guard held high,
I thought it was something special,
But you’re just another careless guy.
A senseless boy on an invisible throne,
Always surrounded, yet always alone.
You think you’re untouchable, but you’re as cold as can be,
I’d rather be alone than in your bad company.
You took my softness, preyed upon my grace,
I never once questioned the mask on your face.
You feasted on moments, but starved on the truth,
A man with no wisdom, no depth, no root.
There’s no more desire, no more devotion,
I cried enough tears to drown in the ocean.
I swam back to shore, swallowed my ego and pride,
Detachment is heavy, but it’s a wave I must ride.
I come home to myself,
My hand to my heart, beating.
I can live with myself,
Without the karma repeating.
Let’s stay on our own sides of the street,
I’ll own what is mine.
You take a long look in the mirror,
At your receding hairline.
It was all just maya, a fleeting illusion,
Now that it’s done—just a tantric delusion.
Written by Kali Grayce
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