From churning darkness, a fiery birth,
Bhairava rises, a chaotic worth.
Not gentle solace, a soothing plea,
But raw intensity, eternally free.

He holds the storm within his gaze,
A restless spirit in a burning haze.
The Serpent’s Heart, a potent sign,
Of transformation, a truth divine.

He whispers warnings, sharp and deep,
Of paths untrodden, secrets to keep.
For those who chase the fleeting grace,
He’ll shatter ambition, leave not a trace.

He’s the destroyer, a forceful hand,
Yet offers solace, a helping stand.
For mistakes we make, a bitter cost,
He’ll forgive us all, forever lost

In the echoing depths of his domain,
A watchful guardian, easing pain.
He’s not a monster, fierce and grim,
But a source of strength, a sacred hymn.

So listen closely, to the serpent's call,
And let the power rise, encompassing all.
For Bhairava’s wisdom, burning bright,
Will illuminate the darkness, and set things right.

Jai Ma Adya , Jai Kalbhairav Baba