A TIMELESS LOVE
The one person that Shiva loved meeting in this cosmic mind field, the one person whose memory He would not allow to fade even when they were not together, was, unchallengeably, His Woman. In a whole universe that had been projected by Him, She was the one being He loved immensely.
Parvati, His inseparable better-half.
Parvati, without whom, Shiva felt like ‘not Shiva’.
Parvati, without whom, Shiva didn’t feel anything at all.
Parvati, without whom, the Seers summarized, “He was Shava, a corpse.”
And without whom, as He Himself told Her once, ‘Nothing’, was actually possible.
And just as great an enigma as He was, so too was Parvati. It was She who was Sati, in a previous life. She it was, who was Shakti, the Goddess of power, in eternal wedlock with Shiva, making Him Shaktiman, the wielder of all the power there was in the Universe. She was always present in His presence. Even if that meant being reincarnated from one lifetime to another.
The one person that Shiva loved meeting in this cosmic mind field, the one person whose memory He would not allow to fade even when they were not together, was, unchallengeably, His Woman. In a whole universe that had been projected by Him, She was the one being He loved immensely.
Parvati, His inseparable better-half.
Parvati, without whom, Shiva felt like ‘not Shiva’.
Parvati, without whom, Shiva didn’t feel anything at all.
Parvati, without whom, the Seers summarized, “He was Shava, a corpse.”
And without whom, as He Himself told Her once, ‘Nothing’, was actually possible.
And just as great an enigma as He was, so too was Parvati. It was She who was Sati, in a previous life. She it was, who was Shakti, the Goddess of power, in eternal wedlock with Shiva, making Him Shaktiman, the wielder of all the power there was in the Universe. She was always present in His presence. Even if that meant being reincarnated from one lifetime to another.
“But you are the Eternal One,”
She looked up sweetly, continuing, “And me, I am just a mortal.”
“You are the Goddess of my life,” He answered. “And eternity is the promise we have made to live together in.”
“Ah, but I die as soon as I see you,” Sati teased.
For a flick of a moment, Shiva was quiet.
“What is it?” She asked. “Another vision in your third eye? What does our future hold? Is the Great Shiva scared of losing me? That too, even before He actually got me? Hahaha!”
“The future is here already, Sati, And my third eye tells me we are going to be married very soon,” Shiva continued. “I shall come and meet your father, Daksha, tomorrow itself, to ask for your hand to be given in mine, for a lifetime of wedded bliss.”
Where had this cosmic love story actually begun? Was there a starting point at all? Or had it been a timeless trance with no beginning and perhaps with no end?
“You are the Goddess of my life,” He answered. “And eternity is the promise we have made to live together in.”
“Ah, but I die as soon as I see you,” Sati teased.
For a flick of a moment, Shiva was quiet.
“What is it?” She asked. “Another vision in your third eye? What does our future hold? Is the Great Shiva scared of losing me? That too, even before He actually got me? Hahaha!”
“The future is here already, Sati, And my third eye tells me we are going to be married very soon,” Shiva continued. “I shall come and meet your father, Daksha, tomorrow itself, to ask for your hand to be given in mine, for a lifetime of wedded bliss.”
Where had this cosmic love story actually begun? Was there a starting point at all? Or had it been a timeless trance with no beginning and perhaps with no end?
She was always present in His
presence; and yet there had been times when Shiva and Parvati were separated. Times, that constituted
the nadir of Shiva’s life; the absolute pit of the universe itself. Shiva had
looked to the skies from this pit and noted how an infinite canvas painted blue
by His own hand, could turn melancholically into an equally infinite grey.
Thus it was, that whenever a lover looked to the skies in the anguish of a torn love, his cry would pierce straight into Shiva’s heart as a resonant and lethal arrow. The same story happened across the sands of times, not only in deserts, but also in the mountains, the forests, across oceans and, as Shiva knew, sometimes, even beyond the planet.
With each story, He felt an immense upheaval, an immense empathy.
He had been the greatest Lover in the world.
Love was the essence of what they were; love was existence.
Love, it was, that was in the beginning, love, that sustained the present, and love it would be, in the end.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati
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Thus it was, that whenever a lover looked to the skies in the anguish of a torn love, his cry would pierce straight into Shiva’s heart as a resonant and lethal arrow. The same story happened across the sands of times, not only in deserts, but also in the mountains, the forests, across oceans and, as Shiva knew, sometimes, even beyond the planet.
With each story, He felt an immense upheaval, an immense empathy.
He had been the greatest Lover in the world.
Love was the essence of what they were; love was existence.
Love, it was, that was in the beginning, love, that sustained the present, and love it would be, in the end.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati
Available on Amazon E books
:https://www.amazon.in/dp/
and
https://www.amazon.com/dp/
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