Shiva

With you hair like a million tornadoes
And your eyes that ate my arrogance
A witness to such grandeur
I as a mere demon cannot comprehend
I wise,  learned, revered
Bend on my knees with my head bowed
For you have a face my eyes cannot contain
The sheer knowing of your presence
Amongst the mighty peaks
Is to witness you
The mere thought of imagining it
Is beyond my comprehension
Yet as you stand on your feet
I wish it were on my forehead
Unworthy, yet in the craving of your touch
That shall render me beyond the brightest of any light
So as I stand here afar
Let me witness
You with your consort
Whose name I cannot dare to take
And let me bow
And write hymns of thee

Glee and taunts

When the hollowness
Finds the void
Both merge the soul
Spin it to a frenzy
Only to thaw a frozen illusion
Of love and care
Neither of which is real as said
Neither win
All that they render
Is a picture of gloom
Yet in such a gloomy sky
I look at the sky
Instead I see a moon
Smiling back
It is but a taunt
I think
Yet I rather stand and admire
For Meera would have
Even if the blue boy was mocking