Stuck in these worldly illusions, a light peeks through the veil,
He is there to open the closed and strengthen the frail...
What is he? He is that which is not,
Everything and nothing yet the essence of each thought.
He is time, he is light, he is darkness, through him the soul is relieved,
He is in each grain of sand yet cannot be perceived.
He is the most compassionate, he is the most terrifying,
He is a Yogi, he is still, He is a dancer, he is electrifying.
He is beyond good and bad, beyond desire and fame,
For his divine grace, a garland of flowers and snakes is the same.
He is the sound of this universe, the reason behind love and clashes,
He holds poison in his throat to save this realm, he is covered in ashes.
His name shall lift this veil, for he is the truth unrestrained,
Worshipped by gods and demons alike, in each cell his form engrained.
What is beyond this life I wonder, what sights to see,
It is him, It is Shiva, he will clear the fog and set me free.
The destroyer of evils and sins, there is no creation without destruction,
I take his name and move ahead and fear no obstruction.
He is the most innocent, he has fiery anger,
Oh lord of all realms, burn my desires to ashes, let me walk by holding your finger.
Everything comes from him, to him it all goes back,
Oh god of gods, help me see the beauty in life and death, save me from knowledge's lack.
The destroyer of this universe, sitting calm and serene,
When it is time, his cosmic dance shall be a gracefully destructive scene.
He is the destination after death, he is the goal of this life,
He is strength and relief, he is the shine in gold, the sharpness in a knife.
The ganga flows gracefully, the moon rests in his hair,
He has a heartwarming smile, he has a fiery glare.
Covered in ashes of the cremation ground in which he meditates,
Dethatched from this world of illusions, all life giving energy he radiates.
He is loving, he is terrifying, he is dancing, he is still, He is innocent, he is the destroyer,
He is the holy fire of worship, he is the fire in a pyre.
I call out to you, Tired of this world of lies, desire and illusion,
Lift this veil oh god and end this delusion.
The train of life shall not continue its cycle, once it stops at your station,
Your thought is enlightenment, speaking your name is salvation....
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