Dr.Madhavi Srivastava

Neither thought nor sight, nor whispers that take flight, nor the air that dances free—what, then, is the essence of me?

In silence, no dawn or dusk breaks. Life endures a flame that never fades. There are no chains to bind, no ties to hold, and no escape in sight. Just this: I am Shiva.

In the realm of joy, I dwell—a spirit bright, a gentle swell. With every breath, a sweet embrace, in harmony, I find my place. I am the essence, the core, the truth.

I am a whisper in the silence, a light in the blue. In every heartbeat, in every sigh, I am the spirit that cannot die.

Let the divine words not slip away—let them ignite softly, let them melt the shroud, until what lingers is what never started: -----Pristine, radiant, serene.

Gather near. Hear not with the ear but in the silence that lingers between the whispers of the mind. This is not a lesson learned. Here lies the return, a journey's end.--Nirvan Shatkam