Siva - the God of Gods

Hundreds quizzed and all perplexed Not even one understood for my answer to their only question who is your source? Nonetheless iam not afraid and dared to think beyond the surreal truth But to tell the truth of truth; when my positron brains resisted to glow in utter silence, words were muffled; tiny eyes closed to let silver droplets like a shell spewing pearls my mind protested to tell the truth Thy atheists call them nothing and blatant lies Thy theists call them everything and only truth it is the one and only one the absolute bliss and perfect consciousness the immortal jiva and formless siva of all sorts of personality imbibed yet remianining untouched like a grain of sand on marble floor scornful, but completely harmless dreadful, yet absolutely blissful speechless, nonetheless only source of knowledge drunkyard, however has infinite worshippers supreme, still survives in graveyard how can i tell his elegant posture when he is formless in nature how can i tell his words of divinity when he conveys through the voice sans words, vowels and emotions how can i tell his shape or size when he pervades cosmos Gave his life part to his wife gave his yogas to the seven sages gave enlightenment to limitless devotees who happened to worship him with sheer love o' my father! do i stand one among them? you blessed even a spider, makes me wonder iam no superior than a spider O' blessed spider! could you find whether iam in his good books? O' the buzzing bees whizzing in his garland ask him, my future endeavours; the tomb that took years to construct, is now in shatters as donkey's grassland; the castle that i raised by losing myself is now burning along with nero's fire; the mountains that i carefully chiseled, is cleared as debris in one's footpath whilst nothing to live for and willing to die with nothing to gain and willing to loss in dying hope and fading passion and not willing to live under the treasured memories of past glories from idol mind in heaven's workshop crying from heart with pain O! the blessed Bees Endeavor's mission was over is my mission's endeavor over? the project met a deadly fate out of the triumphant gate seething out of defeat; I can't see things with clouded eyes what are the lessons from these trials and tribulations? fighting hard amidst vagueness living life amidst fakeness thriving spirits amidst others doubtfulness lifting face amidst lifeless life butchering slavery amidst donkey's life daring bravery amidst cocoon's nest loving siva amidst crying wolf for nothing to gain but willing to loose