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
Copyright © Manoj Vijayakumar | Year Posted 2011
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