Devi Parvati-Pasupatinathini,Queen of all creatures

THE QUEEN

The forest was buzzing with spirits that dwelled in it; spirits which were mysteriously connected and seemed omnipresent. Peering piercingly on anyone or anything that entered, without them being aware, from where exactly they were being looked at: but nevertheless feeling a burn on the nape of their necks. It had its tongue and ears too, this magical forest, and the word passed on from one tongue to another. “She is coming, the Maid of the mountains; She is coming, to become the Mistress of the jungle.”
It began with the sensitive birds tweeting and shrieking loudly in their shrill pitch. Not to be left behind, the mischievous baboons also started shrieking, jumping wildly from one tree to another, in exaggerated exuberance. The much ‘calmer in contrast’ deer, looked up from the green grounds, their beautiful big eyes inspecting the whole landscape fervently, as if to spot a family member, another of their tribe. “Ah yes, there She is, the doe eyed princess from Himalayas, scion of mighty Himavat himself, pretty daughter of the most gracious Queen, Mena Rani.”
“ What a divine time!” said the langurs. The langurs prided themselves to have been granted a boon of being associated with all divine humans.
“Yes, it will be the return of the divine period,” spoke Peepla, the wise old peepal tree.
“Return of the divine?” asked the chimpanzees.
“Sati,” replied Peepla with a monosyllable, and shook his mighty shoulders, to release thousands of leaves, as if to confer timeless blessing to the forest ground.

Everyone was excited; from the tiny squirrels who couldn’t stop their teeth from incessant chattering, to the huge elephants, who were behaving like little children about to see their mother after a long gap.
Even the sulking wild tiger was smiling, displaying a fine array of pearl- like teeth matched by equally sharp paws, which he held up to his own face and smirked in self appreciation. “I am ready for you, Parvati… my Master from time immemorial, Master of the King of the jungle Himself, The one and only who can ride even me, as a mere vehicle,” he whispered. “What do these meek folk know about the back that is needed to carry a Goddess?” he beamed at his own fabulous physique.
“Hsss… hsss… what a stupid and vain animal,” hissed the snakes to each other. “What does a tiger know about love and longing, loyalty and lifelong association like we snakes do? What does this feline fool know about the secret songs and hymns that the Mother sang to us as Sati Ragini? He is just a driver, whereas we are co passengers! It is to us, as Shiva’s beloveds, that She sang, to exchange places with; to us it was, that Sati said She was envious – if only She could be the one wrapped around Shiva’s neck in embrace! Hsss… hsss… and now She comes again!” “Not long ago,” thought Peepla to himself. “He was here, in our midst as Pasupati, and now, here She is, in our midst, as His Queen.” “Hahaha! Peepla, you old fool!” laughed his best friend Vrikshavirata. “Not long, you say? Don’t gauge everything by tree years, it has been more than a thousand years since Rudra was here as Pasupati, and Sati was our Pasupatinathini.”

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Sati Mrignayani

Sati. The greatest magic that creation had ever seen.
Even as a child, Sati was magical. She was a sheer beauty.
The first thing about Her that struck the viewer, were Her eyes.
She had big, soft and beautiful almond-shaped eyes like a doe.
Prasuti called Her ‘Mrignayani’, the doe-eyed.They were like a Sorceress’s magic,hypnotizing anyone into virtual trance.The dark pupils floated in their own surrounding of what seemed like a sea of pure white. It was as though She contained a whole Universe within.A Universe wherein one would drift and get lost, mesmerised by how beautiful beauty can be. Her complexion was breathtaking. To call it translucent was an understatement. It was Luminosity itself, as if She had a Moon inside Her, which glowed at all times in the softest way. And yet, when the Sun arose, Sati’s soft complexion golded into a glow even more dazzling than before, as if She contained the Sun!


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SHIVA PARVATI THE TOGETHERNESS OF GOD

He was happily married  and the name of His eternal beloved, Parvati, was always fused into His own name.
So often was He referred to as ‘Shivparvati’, that this plural had become synonymous with togetherness.

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.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
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TAKING BIRTH AGAIN AND AGAIN TO BE TOGETHER...

“Sati…” His voice worked like an awakening call.
“Sati…” He repeated. And He did not say anything else;
 there was nothing else to say.
Shiva repeating Her name like a mantra on His lips,
sounded like a thousand poems sung, by a divine singer,
who voiced eternity in each moment.
“Shiva…” She managed to utter the mantra She had indeed been repeating a million times over.
‘’Yes, my dearest?” He answered.
“Shiva, will we be together?”
“We are together,” He smiled.
“No. I mean, will we be together always, like this?”
“Yes, we will always be together.”
“Is it possible for one to be conjoined by her Isha? Please don’t wake me up from this dream…”
“Humesha…” He whispered softly, and lifted Her, bringing Her face near His own.
“Humesha?” She asked.
“Hum, Isha. When the divine finds its plurality as One, it is forever.
 A love so perfect, it becomes clear there never were two!
This is no dream, Sati… it is the coming true of the dream,”
He said, with a soft but sure voice, gently putting Sati’s feet back on the ground.
They stood face to face, His arm still around Her,
stilled in the moment where He had planted Her,
as if She had always been there, and whispered in sweet resonance, “Humesha…”

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.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati

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SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
The Yogi and the snake
Shiva Poetry
NAAM ROOP- A Tribute to the Divine
And Life Said.

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