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Akta Agarwal Mar 2021
Fire is his head,
the sun and moon his eyes,
Space his ears,
the mind his breath,
the universe his heart ♥,
From his feet the earth has originated.
He is the innerself of all beings.
In love of lord Shiva
Akta Agarwal Feb 2021
Vaam ang m gaura viraje.....
Neelkanth tripurari..........
har har sambhu....... 
jai jai sambhu..... 
shiv shiv sambhu...... 
bhola ki mahima niyari h...... 


Dham iski Kassi h..... 
Samshano ka yh wassi h..... 
Nar, nag, yash, gandarv hi nhi esko dhyate aghori aadhivasi h..........
har har sambhu...... 
jai jai sambhu......... 
shiv shiv sambhu....... 
bhola ki mahima niyari h........ 


Kaalo ke yeh kaal h........
Kehelate mahakaal h.........
Lambe ghanhere enke baal h...........
Phente yh baago K chaal h........
har har sambhu....... 
jai jai sambhu.........
shiv shiv sambhu.......
bhola ki mahima niyari h........ 


Om Namah Shivaay......... 
Om Namah Shivaay.........
Om Namah Shivaay..........
Om Namah Shivaay......
Har Har Mahadev..............
About lord Shiva
Kristin Oct 2020
Great, Merciful Destroyer,
your mercy is abundant, overflowing in your devastation
as the dross is cleared

The time of great surrender is here
It is today, now
And, like a lover, I yearn to surrender
I yearn to let go

In your magnificence,
only the raw, unvarnished, pulsating, living truth remains
All else is dross  
All else is no-thing
All else is glimmer, not gold

Great Merciful Destroyer,
please give me the courage to witness
the destruction that creates
that fire that cleanses
the truth that liberates
Kelsey Banerjee Jun 2020
she said:
don’t forget!
milk, oil, flowers
our offerings, our worship.
my hands are broken
but still you kiss each finger.
I remember
milk for kheer,
oil for the lamp,
flowers for Shiva.
to me these are nothing.
in your eyes the world sleeps
can I sleep in them, too?

Hindi:

वह कही:
मत भूलना!
दूध, तेल, फूल
हमारा प्रसाद, हमारी पूजा
मेरे हाथ टूट गए हैं
लेकिन अभी भी तुम एक एक उंगली चुंबन।
मुझे याद है
खीर के लिए दूध,
दीपक के लिए तेल,
शिव के लिए फूल।
मेरे लिए ये कुछ भी नहीं हैं।
तुम्हारी आँखों में दुनिया सो रही
मैं उन में सो सकते हैं भी ?


Bangla:

ও বলল:
ভুলে যাবেন না!
দুধ, তেল, ফুল
আমাদের নৈবেদ্য, আমাদের পূজা।
আমার হাত ভেঙে গেছে
তবুও আপনি প্রতিটি আঙুল চুমু।
মনে আছে
খিরের জন্য দুধ,
বাতি জন্য তেল,
শিবের জন্য ফুল।
আমার কাছে এগুলি কিছুই নয়।
তোমার চোখে পৃথিবী ঘুমায়
আমি কি তাদের মধ্যে ঘুমাতে পারি?
Sometimes I like to create poems to practice my languages...perhaps they aren't strong, but I'm looking at using simple images and words to create meaning. Started with Hindi -> Bengali and then translated back to English.
Rama Krsna May 2020
inside that inner cave
shines an effulgent flame,
complexioned like camphor
bearing a crescent moon
he’s pure as white jasmine
sole terminator
of the veil of illusion
cast by the lilting tunes of
that captivating flutist

© 2020
Rama Krsna May 2020
starting now,
our parallel paths
meet next
not on wretched earth

but
at the end of time
in the ocean of milk
where
silly schedules or errands
need no heeding

this will be
another four billion years!

shedding tears of blood
i weave a garland of skulls
each skull
sadly yours...

as your sculpted body
bound by endless karma
makes its way
to the funeral pyres
before starting
another soulless existence

in the soul filled
“smashaans”
where all lives end,
is where mine begins.....

as i wait there
with a bowl in hand,
wearing only the sky
as my garment,
adorned with
a garland of skulls,
begging for nothing
except your soul

© 2020
Smashaans:  large cremation grounds where numerous bodies are burnt after death
PiLomus Feb 2020
You are and you are not,
From infinity to a single dot,
From stillness to passion,
A night to commemorate your compassion.
Few lines on the occasion of Shivaratri- meaning the night of Shiva.
CK Baker Nov 2019
the red wine stops fermenting
a young man turns to gray
the voice of truth and promise
leads one and all astray

we follow with a notion
of what may be ahead
that voice of truth and promise
has risen from the dead
Tyler Roberts Aug 2019
The tears flow and I need hope.
The trees grow and the bees know
There's a buzzing in my head
That just don't leave me alone.
I have Belief; still I feel Grief.
And I just can't seem
To write anything
That isn't about
Me.

Then again,
There is no me;
So, I know
Everything I dream
And create
Speaks of Faith
As I speak to Fate.

And I say,
What is my purpose?
Why do You tell me I'm worth it
When all I can do
Is to feel worthless?

Your Love;
I don't deserve it.
My Love;
I'll choose to serve it
On a plate made of cake,
So that you can eat it too.

All I do
Is pray to the Sky;
I, know there is no me;
Only You-
Together, we
Become

I and I.

I just hope to find
Peace of mind
Within your Ten Thousand Eyes
As I look to the Sky
And I pray that I
Can stop talking about me
And speak of You.

Together, we
Become

I and I.

I found Hope in my devotion
As I go through the motions
Of this constant river
Of emotions.

I don't want to be me;
Together, can we
Become

I and I?

May these words find
Your Ten Thousand Eyes,
All the Stars in the Skies
Oh, Lord Divine.
My Dear Lord Shiva;

There is no me;
Only

I and I.
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