In the veiled hush of Kashi’s breath,
Where Ganga weaves her silk of death,
There dwelt a pair, both flame and shore,
Rishi, the sage; Sati, the more.

No palace high, no garlanded gate,
But hearts that dared the hand of fate.
They worshipped Him of ash and trance,
And She who danced the moon’s expanse.

Their prayers were wine, their breath was hymn,
Their nights aglow with visions dim.
And lo, the gods in play did dare
To test the hearts laid bare in prayer.

In robes of dust, with matted grace,
Came Shiva, veiled, and Parvati's face
Was cloaked in silence, soft as flame—
Two wandering stars without a name.

The door was open, wide as sky;
No question asked, no reason why.
The hosts received them like the rain,
Both stranger, god, and guest the same.

The deities watched with secret smile
The rites performed without denial.
No trace of pride, no trembling hand,
Just love, unmeasured, vast and grand.

Then light broke forth, both fierce and kind,
As truth unveiled what lay behind.
The sages bowed, their souls laid bare,
Before the gods who'd entered there.

“O Rishi true, O Sati fair,
Thy love hath stirred the hidden air.
Take now this bowl—golden, divine,
Where nectar flows like sacred wine.”



A chalice born from heaven’s dream,
It pulsed with life, a radiant stream.
Not wealth it held, nor time, nor goal,
But light distilled, a singing soul.

Each morn they lit the fragrant fire,
Each eve they bathed in chant and lyre.
The bowl, now warm with inner sun,
Became the All, the Only One.

Its golden curve began to sing
Of deathless peace and endless spring.
And those who touched it, hearts made still,
Were healed by love, not by will.

Years passed. The couple turned to light,
Their forms dissolved in holy night.
Yet still the bowl in silence shone,
A lamp left lit when all are gone.

Their children kept the sacred flame,
And whispered low the hallowed name.
Pilgrims came with eyes that bled,
And found their souls by stillness fed.

O seeker, you who roam and fall,
Remember now this mystic call:
Not gold, nor bowl, nor sky above,
But one pure act of fearless love.

So kneel before what you hold dear,
And let your heart grow wide and clear.
The gods will come, in dust or crown,
And with one look, will lay you down.