Through The Invisible Corridor Of Infinity (Kalki Is On The Way) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Through the Invisible Corridor of Infinity
(KALKI IS ON THE WAY)
Prabir Kumar Gayen

Through the invisible corridor of Infinity,
through timeless mirrors
beyond heaven and earth,
through the utter incantation
of deep-delved Silence,
the Divine took form
to rescue humanity
from the chaotic cosmos,
from the wrongly scripted fate
of Negative Energy,
symbolically named Satan:
Greed wearing crowns,
Lust disguised as power.
Sometimes
He moved as Narayana
spreading luminous intensity
through the secret arteries
of the cosmos.
Sometimes
as RAMA
cosmic compassion incarnate,
awakening the soul
from its long interior sleep,
fighting not demons alone
but the slumber of conscience.
Again, after vast intervals of forgetting,
when humanity cried
for inward knowledge,
to honour the integrity of all beings,
to restore Dharma,
to remember righteousness
beyond ritual and fear,
He came as Krishna,
speaking from timeless space,
pouring nectar beyond time,
wisdom that breathes
between thought and thought,
heralding incarnation
again and again.
When knowledge was exiled
beyond mind and reason,
when intellect grew arrogant
and forgot Being,
the Self and the No-Self
reverberated once more,
and the Divine returned,
teaching renunciation
as the antidote to possession.
A king chose the way of silence.
Under the Bodhi Tree,
the human body itself
became the Tree of Knowledge.
The Lord became Buddha,
He who sought, found,
and taught Dharma
through the luminous austerity
of the Dhammapada.
Again, when ancient glory
mistook excess for essence,
He appeared as Mahavira
answering extreme violence
with extreme penance,
restoring balance
to the hidden mathematics of nature.
Time and again,
though eternally silent,
appearing as the non-existing Self,
He kept His promise:
'Yada yada hi dharmasya
glanir bhavati Bharata
abhyutthanam adharmasya
tadatmanam srijamyaham
Paritranaya sadhunam
vinashaya cha dushkritam
dharma samsthapana arthaya
sambhavami yuge yuge'

God is,
and God is not,
enormously present
in the heart of pure knowing,
as ism
and beyond all isms.
He comes
to confront those ugly in deeds
yet clothed in religion,
those who preach violence
as sacred law,
who turn fear into scripture.
To defeat such enemies
of all humanity,
He becomes Saint,
wielding Love as weapon,
Knowledge as shield.
Sometimes
Joy overflows into compassion;
sometimes
Love crucifies itself,
and He becomes Christ,
promising mercy
to heal merciless minds
and ferocious theologies.
He teaches paths
without prisons.
He becomes knowingness
against dead knowledge.
He dances as the way to God,
reveals the harmony of opposites,
flows as Tao.
He walks as monk,
sending rivers of wisdom
across continents.
He sits in ashrams,
teaching Silence
as the final scripture.
Sometimes
Hanuman becomes His breath,
sometimes Arjuna
His trembling courage,
sometimes Vivekananda
His thunder of awakening,
sometimes Osho
His laughter beyond fear.
He returns
through evolution for revolution.
Sometimes
He becomes Sri Sri,
moving the world
with the quiet, unstoppable
force of Love.
Now the hour ripens again.
To restore Dharma,
to confront false religions
that masquerade as truth
while plotting humanity's erasure,
the formless will assume form,
not as hatred,
but as cleansing fire.
Darkness spreads
like a sacred lie,
like a holy virus.
The cancer grows
through blind devotion.
Yet the Temple of Eternity
will rise.
Eyeless beings
will glimpse the Muse
of Eternal Being.
Through timeless space
the Lord will return,
and Mahabharata
will not be fought
on a single field,
but across the world.
The promise stands.
The Silence gathers strength.
Kalki is on His way.

@Prabir Kumar Gayen
27·12·2025 | 11: 11 AM