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Poem: Shiva & Shakti

Every breeze of wind like gentle swaying of Her hips Every ray of sunlight like the pressing of Her lips

Never before that Your loving gaze was taken of Her

Never did She ever wish for any better lover

To the I they seem like two,

but this is only an illusion

The Truth is symbiotic,

and all else is a confusion

Eternally erotic

Every breathe is to make love

Just to exist is to be part

of His canvas and Her art

Just to be sitting,

is to be dancing

Just to be listening,

is to be singing

'Just be with me...'

Shakti whispers

'...All I want is Shiva’s Heart'.


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