Mahalaya

By V. Shruti Devi (quill-o-the-wisp)

we are known
to have descended
from the cerulean-blue-peacock-sky

the mahalaya 
pooja
to begin with.

the third eye knocks.
eye of the tiger
stirs

sounds and fumes and thought-matter
shake
the status quo

yet
again

shifts
in consciousness
heralded in
by science

racer-backs, gowns
from silk to silk

hurtle through the wormhole

a magnetic
is the trick.
connected

from theta to delta
and so on
your holiness

celestial bliss
(comet-descended)

pervade
rock on
electric

rhinestones, spatikas
sieves by rivers
mountains
galaxies swirl
-glittering eyes of infinite
beings
shimmer fleetingly.

the tyranny of
lazer-beams
and suchlike
to be kept
in check