^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव स्वरूपं" published in pratilipi on (Dec. 2017) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2P4j7vE ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That face of Lord Shiva is most beautiful in which he holds Ganga in his hairs The Moon feels blessed by beautifying the head of Shiva as a glittering crown
The Serpants also became jewellery by themselves and decorated his blue neck Shiva holds the trident on one hand and plays the Damroo from the other one
He has seated himself on a mat of Tiger Skin and rubbed pyre ash on his body He has left elephant and the horses and decided to travel on an old Bull Nandi
By such an amazing face form, he is always ready for the welfare of devotees The cruel and wicked have always been afraid of his eldritch face and form.
Shiva (See Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology Ganga (See Line 1): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the coiled hairs (Jatas) of Lord Shiiva Damroo(See Line 4): A sort of musical instrument ( Pellet Drum ) Nandi((See Line 6)): A bull in Indian mythology who is the vehicle of Lord Shiva
How nature blooms Is a precious experience to pause And watch In the oasis of fog, mist and wind blowing all over Chills & thrills exposure of the ambience speeding through the roads. It feels like heaven Full of love, with a kiss of the first ray of the sun I took a deep breath as much as I could Sensing the myself alive In this beautiful dreamy land a sense of belongingness Saying to myself that yes, I do exist.*
-19 Dec, 2017
This on the early morning where I watched sunrise on top of a hill. A journey which is worth thousand times more than anything. A reality check to feel life all over again and learn how to appreciate smallest things in life.