Short Shiva Poems
Short Shiva Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shiva by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shiva by length and keyword.
Chandela sex in the temple
Was certainly not so simple
To hold a pose
On tippy-toes
Whilst Shiva handles a limb pull!
I sing glory of Shiva
Indian villages woke
Uma took a glance, listened
and began her chore
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I sing glory of Shiva
The destroyer of evil
Adrija, Adri's daughter
Asked for a mirror
Form complete, right up to the crescent moon
Seen as the Bindu, in the symbol Ohm
Shiva does the tandav, as we all swoon
We find ourselves at last, in our true home
07-June-2021
Chunky ham sab L-nd ki paidavar hain lihaza jis nay l-nd ka inkar kiya us nay astitva ka inkar kiya aur jis nay astitva ka inkar kiya us nay lul kiya?Blody Phol.
Astitva Yoni Yoni Yoni
Yoni mein dalay dhoni.
In a dim, desolate bog,
between the wavering shadows,
a violet shows its clear blue face
to the wan, desultory sun—
a sweet, pristine reminder
of perennial rotations—
rebirth, dissolution,
waxing from the waning;
all haunting and sublime.
Mind doesn’t know where third eye is
Location signalled by bliss fizz
We alone feel, the soma flow
Scriptures but pose, a mind game quiz
Truths esoteric, if we’d know
Feel the central vein, all aglow
From root to crown, soundless thunder
Agamas known in stillness slow
14-January-2022
Shiva dances
Within the circle of fire
Expressing harmony
In his perfect figure
The snake on his arm
Is seen uncoiling
The flame in his hand
An endless cycle of birth and death
His cosmic dance
The harbinger of bliss
Destroys the old myths
Creates the new
Releasing men from illusion
He performs his dance
Of creation
Based on Hindu Mythology
Falcate glistening moon tonight,
upon the starry sky shines bright,
the satin smooth milky moonlight,
flowing through Himalayan heights,
silhouette of Shiva in sight,
a time to pray in god’s own light,
heart is calm within and quiet,
crescent moon’s divine bright midnight.
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01/September/2025
Magnetism throbbing within form,
manifests waves, both cool and warm,
setting nodes in body aflame,
silent thunder, a benign storm.
This dance sublime, a divine game,
with soul’s ascent being the aim,
that as polarities unite,
desires dissolve, ego we tame.
As bliss pulsates by day and night,
taking us on a wingless flight,
in time our eye becomes single,
whence we see we are living light!
What is attraction?
Where does it radiate from
Inside that gourd of mingled mind?
Each step I take hither that direction
A feeling bursts into flame
A lighted candle
With shadows boogie-boogying
Like morphed amoebae
In a cob-webby womb
I feel this heated magnetism
Pulsating and clawing
Until I reach for it
Hands tightly clasped
And bow with bended knees
Offer a prayer
Silent whisperer
Lord Shiva
Wish for Blessings.
So many times I chanted the prayer
from childhood to now that I forget
what I pray for or want repeating
mantras while walking at dusk or seeing
images on the lingam that stir
the flame Shiva harnesses deep within
my numbed feet stop before growling dogs
trained to ignore strangers whose lips don’t utter
their names or who aren’t free in leash like them
I fail to filter the chasing darkness
from roadside temple to Sarna Enclave
--R K Singh
the head ovoid
a floating balloon
tethered to heart
where we dwell
we notice thoughts
as also sensations
at play therein
feeding the ego
agape love humming
in toroidal heart
simply looking on
does not interfere
in timeless time
thought forms conjured
by wayward ego
crumble to dust
bereft of thought
a thousand suns
illuminate the void
within the head
consciousness yet still
observes the dance
wondrous yet ephemeral
in organic form
Shiver for Shiva is about.
The made must be undone
the created made to dance
on new flames.
Halloween is due,
all the old souls
will be flying in the night
on new broom sticks.
The days are crushed together,
black-ice has made them
fragile and slippery.
Shiver, for Shiva stamps his foot
on the innocent and the black-hearted
all will be blessed,
for a long winter has come
he will save their eyes
and not allow them to be blinded
by life or death.