Shiva.....

I would request my readers to skip this post if you are not subject to dark, melancholy moods......coz if you are not this article will definitely make you eat your own eyeball :P
....again all in an attempt to discover my own writing capabilities.....

Scene: Shiva after sati immolates herself in daksha's yagna
(shiva in contemplation)

Shivohum.........I am he........eternally......always alone......forged by one of the moods of nature...I am Shiva.....The tamasic......Death.....rebirth....disease......I own them all.....

Who was I born to....where will be my end....even I am not sure....I am nature itself......plagued by the curse to bring death......I love none and am beyond the emotions of attachment.......

The universal law holds me responsible to make mankind realize the futility of all their attempts and hopes.....disregard their every prayer.....so that finally they know the universal law .....the sublime truth underlying all....

Only I have the discrimination to actually see my children as they actually are.....unbiased.....unjudging.....I hold everyone close to me.....

Paradox am I....Shivohum.......unattached yet ever concerned.....given the gruesome task of revealing the truth......

Only one could ever know me......sati........the universal law had to create polarity for every being.....their merger resulting in "shunyata".....the eternal silence.....for every good thought a polar negation had to be created.....

I was entrusted to keep the balance of darkness........protect the undead.....the social outcasts....my children......she was my polarity.....The perfect negation.....

Without her existence the world will not be able to bear my wrath......as I watched over the spirits ...she watched over the suras.....the other polarity........in essence the same....we cannot exist without the other......

without her, its best to recede.......Always my refuge.... into the eternal silence.....where I dont need to even be conscious of myself......again maintaining the balance......the blind rage that the poison of duality has caused......is agonizing ....the role that she wanted me to play...if continued would lead to annihilation....I need to give up......

The only thing I surrender to......the mother of all thoughts and words......silence....only she can chain my chaotic nature.....unbounded I may cause chaos.....unfettered I may cause harm to the very balance......

I can hear my children s cries......they don't want me to recede......but for the welfare of all.....I need to be strong......As I recede.......thoughts have to be given up......My own thoughts....each capable of bringing disolution if brought to action....I need to be careful.......the powerful ones emerge......


Sati.....you always knew......that the agony of separation would be my lot.....only I....Rudra could bear it......before I could stop you.....you gave up your identity.....

Didn't you realize , I would stop without you.....it was you who pulled me out of my meditations.......you robed me with your own characteristics......lending nature to me...Shiva.....who is attributeless.....I embraced imperfection on your insistence.....your disappearance has endorsed my own dictum......Finally everything is transitory......All matter has to return to its source......
So be it...."Tathaastu"


Raavana.....my brave warrior-son......he knew nothing but me.......forced by his prarabdha to be ram's polar.....his destiny was already sealed.........Though as mighty as Indra.....as learned as brihaspati......he knew the world will always remember him for his so called evil deeds.......who else but I could sooth his troubled mind....

As destiny wrought each evil deed by his hands......he clung more and more to me......how could I forsake him....cursed with immortality by brahma....I had to help him.....I decided to hasten his end...

..Give him release before he could be subjected to further humiliations.....I told Rama the secret to finish him.......protected him in the guise of hanuman......

Ravana could never be defeated by might alone.....he was my devotee......On the eve before the final battle......he himself told me to finish the play....reveal the secret of his immortality to Rama......

I was elated......no more would he be subject to the machinations of the world.....let the fools believe that he died of pride.....he finally attained my state.....I never forsake my children.....

A part of me wants to stop ......who will care for my children....the bhutas and the pisachas......in me they find the perfect father.....whoever it may be....however repulsive....to me they are all expressions of the universal truth......
My auspiciousness soothes them....without me they will be lost....in the whirlpool of Karma.....

Who could I complain to.....I am shiva......the destroyer of sorrow and confusion.....how can I myself be subject to my own play......

I give up....let the other gods lift the mantle that I have been carrying since ages......

Without Sati....no more do I find the need to be responsible to anyone........
I am He.....
Shivohum



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