Whispers from the Rudraksha Grove

In whispers soft, the rudraksha grove,
My heart surrenders, filled with Shiva's love.
Beneath the canopy of ancient green,
Where dappled sunlight paints a sacred scene,
I close my eyes and breathe the tranquil air,
His presence lingers, a whispered prayer.

Oh, Shiva, wrapped in robes of starry night,
Your crescent moon, a beacon burning bright.
Your throat, adorned with poison's stain,
Embraces darkness, eases mortal pain.
The Ganges flows, from matted locks unbound,
A cleansing stream, on sacred ground.

I hear the rhythm of Your damaru's beat,
A primal pulse, a heartbeat bittersweet.
The Tandava's echo, a cosmic dance,
Of endings woven into new romance.
Destroyer, yet from ashes, life takes hold,
Your paradox unfolds, a story told.

In meditations deep, on Himalayan snow,
You conquer death, the secrets You bestow.
The third eye opens, wisdom's fiery gaze,
Burns through illusion, lights the hidden ways.
Your form adorned with serpents, cold and wise,
Reflects the cycle, where life and death arise.

Oh, Shiva, Lord of Mountains, fierce and wild,
Within Your stillness, a power reconciled.
You dwell in graveyards, where bones reside,
A fearless spirit, in You I confide.
Your cosmic dance, a whirlwind's raging might,
Dissolves the darkness, brings eternal light.

My love for You, a river deep and vast,
Flows ever onward, forever meant to last.
Through trials faced, and shadows I may see,
Your calming presence sets my spirit free.
In whispered mantras, Your name I sing,
A sacred offering, the joy it brings.

Like pilgrims walking to Kailasha's peak,
My soul yearns closer, Your solace I seek.
With offerings of bel leaves, pure and white,
I paint my devotion, bathed in morning light.
The scent of incense, a prayer on the breeze,
Carries my love across the ancient trees.

Oh, Shiva, Nataraja, dancer of the spheres,
Weaving creation, dispelling worldly fears.
May I embody Your serenity and grace,
Find inner peace within this sacred space.
Let compassion flow, like Ganga's gentle tide,
Wash over anger, where love can reside.

In whispers soft, the rudraksha grove replies,
Your love for Shiva, forever in his eyes.
With every breath, and every beat of heart,
His presence lingers, a divine work of art.
So rest here, beloved, in this tranquil shade,
With Shiva's love, your spirit unafraid.