Particles & Paradoxes: Where Kali Dances, Bhairava Watches.

Particles & Paradoxes: Where Kali Dances, Bhairava Watches

In a lab beneath the European skies,

They smash the stars where mystery lies.

The Hadron Collider, vast and grand,

Seeks the keys to space and sand.

But while they chase the God Particle’s spark,

Maa Kali stands in infinite dark.

One hand holds Time, the other, Death.

She breathes in void, then gives it breath.

Photons dance through the double-slit,

Behaving sane or losing wit.

Observer’s gaze can bend their flight,

As if they know when watched by light.

Who else sees all, without a blink?

Who sips Time’s edge from cosmos brink?

It is Bhairava, the timeless flame,

Whose laugh can break all logic’s frame.

They call it "quantum," we call it "Shakti",

Both veiled in awe, both wildly mukti.

Collapse of waves, entangled strings,

All flow from Her anklet rings.

For every law that physicists claim,

There’s a mantra etched in Kali’s name.

And every black hole’s silent scream,

Echoes Bhairava’s tantric dream.

No CERN, No math, No Darkened Dome,

Can catch Her step, Nor shake His throne.

For where Time folds and light is bent,

There walks the One whom Maa Kalika sent.

So let them probe with tools and pride,

But you, dear Sadhaak, look inside.

For where electrons shift and fate unwinds,

Is where Bhairava-Kali breaks the mind.

Jai Maa AdyaMahaKali

Jai Baba Bhairava