O Mahadeva, impassive hierarch of the aeonic void,
You enthrone Yourself where primordial silence
Ripens into trans-cosmic gnosis.
The argent diadem of the crescent luminary
Adorns Your ascetic corona,
A pallid glyph inscribing infinity
Upon the parchment of Your brow.
From the cyclopean aperture of omniscience
Detonates the purgatorial conflagration—
Transmuting maya into consecrated cinders,
Subliming ignorance into sacramental residue.
Seraphic serpents coil about Your cerulean gorge
Like animate mantras in perpetual vigil,
Custodians of the halāhala, You divinised—
Venom metamorphosed into redemptive nectar.
Through the labyrinth of Your matted firmament
Descends the celestial Ganga,
A tempestuous torrent domesticated
By the gravitas of Your inviolable stillness.
Upon the razor’s edge of dissolution
You orchestrate the cataclysmic Tandava—
Where entropy and genesis
Interlace in ecstatic simultaneity.
O Neelkanth, dialectician of paradox,
Axis of annihilation and origination,
Within Your abyssal equipoise
The cosmos rehearses its respiration.
You abide in the sepulchral provinces
Of cremation and cognition alike,
Where the ego is immolated
Beneath the austerity of Your gaze.
Trishula uplifted—
A triune sceptre of dharma, puissance, and clemency—
You arbitrate karmic decrees
With immaculate, adamantine detachment.
Ash-anointed limbs proclaim
The liturgy of impermanence,
Articulating through sacred austerity
The sublime grammar of renunciation.
Mount Kailasa crystallises from Your silence
Like metaphysical verity incarnate—
Unperturbed by tempest, temptation, or terror.
O fulcrum of obliteration and efflorescence alike,
In Your fathomless quiescence
Eternity recollects its own undivided Self.

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