He sits
atop a mountain in atonement,
His form
inspiring awe from all who behold
Thick locks
that arrest the fall of mighty rivers
A terrible
eye, if awoken may destroy all
A serpent
keeps watch wrapped around his neck
His lionskin
cloth speaks of the unspeakable
Ghosts
surround him, worshiping him as God
The
destroyer, the hermit, the warrior, the fearful
His consort
radiates exorbitance
Laden in
jewels and wrapped in red silk
She rides a
tiger, no less befitting
yet her image
is of the mother, all forgiving
She rules
the forests, the hills, the grass, the green
She enjoys
luxuries and deserves more still
Alone in a
city of demons, she finds her peace
The
strength, the smile, the love, the energy
He opens
his eyes, after having seen all eternity
and finds
her sitting by his side
He looks at
her in admiration,
for the
universe holds no prettier sight
She looks
at him inspired
for he is
all that’s dear to her life
In his glances
she finds her smile
And no
words were needed between their eyes
He knows
she doesn’t need him
yet in her
presence he finds peace
She gives
him a silent slight of the eye
And he
knows she understand everything in his mind
She is no
different from him but a part of his soul
He is not
what completes her, but who makes her more
They dance
and the world bows
They embrace,
and the world finds hope
Vishal
Gupta
30 Mar 2020
