The groaning darkness felt aloof
The cracking earth cried alone
The gloomy clouds left the sky
The mighty sun blazing high
Above the illuminated peaks of white
Blinded by the humongous might
Of Shiva,dancing through the night and dawn,
Without the warmth, and softness of the wild innocence
Now burnt,sleeping on Shiva's despair.
The Yogi, a bairagi
The visitant of death,the destroyer of murk
The ash adorned,the azure loved
The Sati, the Yogini, the beauty mystical
Now dead at the feet of wicked pride.
Shiva lost all hope and sight
The blood red eyes,tearful eyes
Sang the silent story
Of a beautiful love.
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Tandava And Lasya
PoetryThe first poem is the Winner of Yoga Mythology contest "The pang of separation, the loss of love... A peek at the story of Shiva and Sati from Hindu mythology through a poem." I decided to not end this book and continue it. The central theme is spi...
