Standing at the banks of the Ganga
He surveys his grim surroundings
He catches sight of what he needs
The dopamine tickles his Aghori blood
Still as death he remains
As he wades into the Ganges
Immerses himself in her holy waters
And returns, carrying a corpse
He answers the call of the Wild Divine
The gravedwelling Lord, deity of ganja
He embraces the filth and decay
Knowing that it, too was beautiful
Deep in the forest, a fire burns
His hands play with a bone chillum
As he empties his cranial goblet
And takes his place as Bhairava
He seats himself calmly, royally
Upon the chest of his prize
With an offering to a deity he invokes
He proceeds to consume the beautiful flesh
It is over, the sacred ritual is done
Shava has at last become Shiva
He opens his eyes, red and fiery
Knowing the transcendence of his being
Slowly, but surely, I walk upto him
The trance enveloping my soul
I approach slowly and ask, "What are you?"
He smiles and says, "Aham Brahmashmi"
Om Namah Shivayah
Jigsaw
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aham brahmashmi...
nice poem anna. I liked the twist in the end where he realises he is brahma not Shiva.
aham brahmhashmi just means I am God. not particularly Brahma. This poem is with reference ti Shiva only....I was tempted to use Naan Kadavul istead of Aham Brahmashmi, but resisted.
Om Namah Shivayah
Ok . So the twist is although he thinks he is brahma, he is actually Shiva. right?
no child. there is no twist. Brahmasmi refers to god, divinity, whatever you want to call it. not the deity brahma. Aham Brahmasmi just means I am God.
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