Friday, April 18, 2003

Birth of Shiva (or) The Final Solution


I walked, naked, along the desert
The mighty beginning burnt my poor mind
Hallucinating, I tripped along until I saw the paradise
I jumped in,
            but my mind had decieved me
I sizzled, bathing in the extremes of the fluid frozen poison and the burnt air
Blue, I jumped out, crumbling with pain
Some innate resistance fighting the fumigation of my brain.
But, the scars of purity permanenised

Light emerged from the pale marks inside
Inducted with madness, I danced relentlessly,
            catalysing Creation
My space filled out into titanic proportions
Killing the poor beast as it did
His hide marking that moment for eternity
His status raised in the New World – my tribute

I challenged then the Creator, with powers yet unimaginable
Compassion he did show, though out of fear, I believe
He showed me, and I realized what I was
Thus forged the Trinity

Then began the endless cycle of creation and destruction,
            entrees and departures

It was a game
            where we induced fear and foolishness into the New World
Our methods different, but the evil within had its way

Devotion of mine eccentric and dangerous ways
Perceived as neglect and disregard
Envy and Jealousy, thus we did create
Victims of which became the muses of our Creation

Clash, eventually, we did
And our destruction was complete and absolute,
            as once we were
But the world that we created remained.
Finally finding stability
For their belief in us never did subside
Blessed were they now, without our interference
The solution was found.