Corequake

She has a fiercely possessive feeling

to preserve her originality—

sacredly seated within the quark of a particle,

buried deep in the most intimate part of her core.

Encapsulated and safeguarded

so intimidatingly, so protectively

within its shell—

to prevent even the thinnest fabric of its wisp

from escaping and entering

anyone else’s mind.

The mere thought

of it being infused into the creations

of unborn souls and unformed minds

creates a corequake within her.

But she ferociously pulls

its loosely held, fragmented parts inward—

gravitating them toward the very center,

holding them together

by the unvanishable force

of her integrity.

The Sound of Existence

Silence is not the absence of sound,

for it’s the natural frequency of itself.

To listen to the pure sound of the cosmos,

you must silence the beat of emotions.

Sound embodies the essence of Trimurti—

Brahma, the origin, from whom it emerges.

Vishnu, the flow, through whom it sustains.

Shiva, the vibration, in whom it oscillates.

Sound is the only perceivable form

of blended energies of the Supreme Trinity,

in a world ruled by senses.

And in that moment,

when you sense producing sound,

you understand—

you are nothing but Naadam.

You do not produce it,

it produces you.

You do not carry it,

it carries you.

Naadam transforms you,

manifests through you,

until you dissolve into its source.

That moment is the only reality—

the movement of life itself.

Everything else is an illusion.

Naadam (Nādam) – A Sanskrit term meaning “primordial sound” or “divine resonance.” It represents the cosmic vibration that pervades all existence, and is considered the source of creation in spiritual and musical traditions.

The Reunion

She leaves a layer of her soul

in every place she is intimately attached to

after each visit,

filling its space with her wholesome presence

until she is left with the last sheath.

Every scrape endearingly clings

to the heart of that region,

remaining immovable

until the moment the universe signals

the end of the world—

When the majestic roars of the destructive forces

reverberate,

stirring the layers,

colliding and merging

as all the places unite—

Reshaping her soul into completion,

allowing her to finally witness

the grand apocalypse

she has longed to experience once

before her essence is eternally lost.

Unbound

Her feelings are primitive,

Her thoughts, inventive—

A soul born at the eclipse

of origin and dissolution,

unbound by existence,

indivisible by destruction.

Broken Strings

She exists at two extreme poles of her being

at the same time,

through the mirror of her soul,

hopelessly intertwined

and in sync with each other,

where the lower extreme laughs

to the point of deepest surrender,

and the higher extreme grieves

in the moment of sheer wonder,

shifting their moods

and altering their states frenetically

until they transcend their extremities,

where they react indifferently

and incoherently,

disrupting their qualities

and distorting their identities,

causing intense chaos

that breaks their whole emotional wiring

and makes them irrevocably numb.

Charitha is a mystic poet whose work weaves love, longing, and the mysteries of existence with raw emotion and philosophical depth. Her poetry is instinctive, unfiltered, and deeply tactile—merging the spiritual with the surreal. Unbound by convention, she follows the quiet force of authenticity, where originality is the root of her being.