Sowmya Hiremat

The dark soil I am buried in
Is watered by the tears of
My ancestors & old gods.

I lie here listless & desolate 
For all glitters of this world
Hold no shine anymore.

I feel my heart scream 
Silently & my soul darken
Yet my choice is this dungeon.

This deep clod of earth 
Which holds me like a worm
Is my temporary grave..home 

I come here like Persephone
To spend time with my Hades
For he knows what I don’t.

Yeah it feels like cold winter 
And darkest night of soul
In need of suffering to be whole.

But it is the cooking process
Put together by the cosmos
For the expansion of our Self.

Yes this form is a gross goop
Formless,abominable,terrifying
But this dark shadow is mine.

And no it’s not the shudder 
Of fear that runs through me
When I see this formless creature 

.. Rising from the depths of
The underworld, seeking me
Like a lost, angry & hungry wolf.. 

It’s heartbreaking love 
From every bone of my being 
At finally seeing my true self.