9 nights

Electricity crackles,
Leaves rustle,
Flowers fall.

The crescent moon is awakened,
Drum beats announce Her raas.

She opens her eyes, walks the earth.
She breathes, each thought
Born and dead
With the air
On fire.

Bodies rise, bodies burn, 
When she dances with grace.
Poisons turn into amrut
As I crave for one last
dose.

What do I owe Her? 
Am just a collector
Of all creative debts.
Like scars of my past lives
Are my glittered blue veins now.

These 9 nights. 
The goddess in her dances
Inside my soul.