“When Kali’s Ocean Roars in the Heart”
In the hush before dawn births its golden cry,
A child once wept under the vast Bengal sky.
Not in cradle nor on silken throne,
He sat on stone, his soul alone.
He wasn’t just praying, he was bleeding light,
He wasn’t just crying, he was tearing night.
Sri Ramakrishna, the Bhairava’s flame,
Burned with the hunger of Kali’s name.
He begged for Her darshan, screamed in pain,
Starved for Her smile like drought for rain.
And when She came with bloodied feet,
He didn’t tremble. He kissed Her seat.
In burning tears, in trembling chants,
He offered not flowers, but madness in dance.
“O Maa,” he cried, “I am Thy dust,”
And She roared back, “Be fire, not rust.”
Now O Sadhaka, reading this scroll,
Let it sink deep into your soul.
You too are a flame, not flesh alone,
You’re shaped from Her skulls and Bhairava’s bone.
You who tremble at Maya’s gate,
Don’t wait for time - it’s far too late.
Let go your reasons, your plans, your pride,
Let Kali enter. Be ocean-tide.
Baba Batuk smiles in your veins,
A boy-Guru dancing in ashes-laced domains.
He holds the skull not for death - but rebirth,
For those who dare to die to Earth.
Baba KalBhairava waits in the silence beyond,
His gaze alone can split the bond.
He does not come with measured pace,
He erupts in you, shatters your face.
Do not be afraid when you forget your name,
That’s when Bhairava starts His game.
When thoughts dissolve, and breath stands still,
He pours into you His fierce will.
Maa Kali is not a mother mild,
She births the cosmos in Her wild.
Her silence breaks the loudest noise,
She devours time like broken toys.
She is storm, she is silence, the void and the spark,
She weaves through the cosmos, both cradle and dark.
Her mantras aren't whispers - they're thunder in seed,
Igniting the Sadhaka's soul to bleed and to lead.
When Ramakrishna lost his ‘I’,
The universe blinked through Kali’s eye.
No doctrine, no rule, no moral law,
Just naked love in sacred awe.
So shut your fears and show up now,
Let Bhairava crown your burning brow.
You want to rise? Then dare to fall,
Into Her mouth, into Her call.
O Sadhaka, in Kali Yuga’s womb,
You are not here to decorate tombs.
You’re here to blaze, to rip the veil,
To chant Phat! when logic fails.
For in that madness, you’ll recall
You never lived, you were Her all.
You are Her claw, Her storm, Her sound,
Her Bhairava rising from the ground.
Maa Kali waits with time in hand,
Baba Bhairava guards the land.
They seek no saints, they call no priest,
They feed on love, raw and unleashed.
So rise now, Kaliputras & Kaliputris, hear Her roar,
She’s the reason your heart feels sore.
She’s the memory you could not shake,
The name you chanted while you break.
Ramakrishna walked barefoot through hell,
Because He knew where She would dwell.
Now She asks, “Will you walk too?”
If yes, then drop what isn’t true.
Offer all - your shame, your pride,
Your dreams, your wounds- step inside.
And let this poem be your start,
Of burning clean, of becoming Heart.
Jai Maa AdyaMahaKali
Jai Baba Kaal Bhairava
Jai Baba Batuk Bhairava
BhairavaKaliPutra - Siddharth Goswamy
- By Siddharth Goswamy Shisya of Gurudev Shri Praveen Radhakrishnan