Without sign ,
Without form ,
Like a unholy bird ;
The Shiva in me ,
Chirping and flying
Over my Heart’s lid .
The Shiva in me ,
went quiet ,
and realized intact within
But , turmoils asking for ‘Tandava’.
The Shiva in me ,
Carried this compassionate being ;
till he drown in dreams .
The desires are untold ,
The head is stocked ,
Yet, The Shiva in me ,
Wants me to ;
Don’t afraid of darks nor the depths.
Now ,
I’m going to make everything uniform
By sharing my solitude with anyone ;
Before , permeating the limbs of all life .
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