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| Young girl embodying Bālā Tripurasundarī — red-clad, gaze unwavering, arm outstretched in command. Bālā is Śakti in Her tenderest and most invincible form — sweetness as weapon, innocence as sovereignty, purity as blazing fire. Unlike adult Tripurasundarī who teaches through beauty and union, Bālā teaches through simplicity that cuts like lightning. |
O Bālā —
Not goddess of porcelain sweetness,
but lightning wearing the mask of innocence.
I bow not to Your cuteness —
I bow to the unbearable power hidden in Your softness.
O Child Who Commands the Cosmos,
Where my mind became too clever,
where my heart grew armored,
where my innocence was hunted and buried —
go there with Your bare feet.
Enter those abandoned rooms inside me.
Find the child that still sits in the dark, waiting.
Take her by the wrist. Drag her back into the sun.
I do not ask You to make me stronger.
Make me simpler.
Not dull — but clear.
Make my will move like Yours —
without hesitation, without overthinking, without begging permission.
Let my actions be as You are:
Effortless. Uncalculated. Pure.
O Slayer Who Smiles,
You do not conquer demons with anger —
You confuse them by laughing at their drama.
Teach me this art.
Where deception stalks me — outside or within —
tear its mask away by the sheer radiance of simplicity.
Make me so transparent that nothing false can cling to me.
And above all —
let softness become my sharpest weapon.
Let tenderness be my armor.
Let vulnerability be my unbreakable shield.
Let the world mistake me for fragile —
until they touch me and find thunder.
Bālā Tripurasundarī,
I do not bow to You as devotee to deity.
I bow as lost child to the Child Who Was Never Lost.
Stand inside me.
Move my hand.
Breathe my breath.
Live my life from the inside out.
So be it — You in me, me in You.
Battle-song sung in a lullaby’s voice.
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