[Durlabh Singh]

At the cross roads

A megrim of five elements

The place where the ends meet

In four directions of the body

A union of the vital breaths

Within contours of eclipsed sun.





To carry the crimson beads

Shelled within a gripped garland

Forms featured of some confines

By the spirits of trees in blessing

In the lands where the deeds end

Under stirruped shadows of saturn.





The waters of the orbs

Diffused across the universe

Jelled across pock marked hills

In whom all the gestures

Preserved as deep and still

Born of its own self

Like the fire in wooded glades

Bursting forth at touch of blades.





Magical rites of sat karma.





Spells for preserving the body

Spells for warding off wounds

Spells to procure prosperity

Spells to court adversity

Spells to remove sterility.





Here in the stillness

Silence piercing the powered end

But in the mirrored waters

Reflected a new journey begets.