SHIVA: The Haven of Eternity

Seek not o mortal men; His divine form in frames,

Seek not His illumination in adorned tumid names.

He dwells in the fleck of dust; in sublime winter dews,

He paints His happy world of men in holy turquoise hues.

He dwells in hearts of dysphoric men imploring another birth,

He dwells as a symphony masquerading clamorous beats on earth.

Not though in serene walls; nor in redolent rooms,

He is cherished in the zephyrs of petrichor; carrying pristine fumes.

His unheard words; his dulcet voice speak for oneness true,

From the shackles of duality; let our soul breathe blue.

For the ones in anguished crimps; drenched in agony waves,

Craving eyes for food to live; in hunger afflicted caves.

Shiva descends as the first dawn; effacing mucky clouds, 

Sullen night beseeches mercy; chanting His name aloud.

He is the knight of cerulean heaven; in kingship he proclaims,

No life shall surrender to satanic winds but to His holy name.

He shall hold us in his arms; we must treasure His love,

Promenading through the gossamer of light; he shall bless our globe.