The hollow of his black eyes though lifeless arent bereft of emotions. The magic that emanates from those jewels, enchants us to trust in the good that he hides in his black robes.
The mortal longing of love that pulls him back to this realm.
The few secret chords that long to get strung in his tunes.
The longing of being recognised by his love, for her memories are the only shrine that reserve him in utmost silence.
The angst for revenge plagues his mind, the plea for justice strives to be heard. Shiv is not just a spirit, he is an aura, he is strength, he is the driving momentum of the story.
We know not what he was in life or death, we know nothing of him, and it is this nothingness that allures us.An aspiring musician, a lover, having lost his life at youth and now a mystery.
~~Sharanya~~
Sharanya...the name of the feminine counterpart of Lord Shiva,
the one who completes him. The mother of all creations and the destroyer of the evil.
Sharanya is beauty in simplicity. Ever since her revival, she strives to search a major part of her existence that she had lost in those two years. She is restless to understand the persisting existence of the entity that haunts her life.
Lost in plight and blind in misunderstandings she searches for Shiv for avenging her father's death. Engulfed in a sea of confusions, she struggles to know her past, to know Shiv.
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There where he left her...
Amongst every beautiful thought..in the boughs laden with sweet orchids..somewhere in the chords of his music...in the secret corners of his heart.
She was the key to the trapped pains of the orphan who longed for love, for existence...
They were for each other as the sun is for the sunflower, the river is for the ocean, the blue is for the sky, rhythm is for the song.
Dipping his lips in the waters of poesy, he spoke his ornate words, measured in whispers, loud in love...she was his...he was hers.
But time was evil, time was sinful to have drifted them apart.
Now she stands before him, on the brink , she can hear him, see him, feel him, but never can she touch the warmth emanating from his skin.
But donot be sad little lady, for he is dead but not gone, he is before you, inside you, in your breadth, in your freshness, in your goodness, in the moistness of your lips, the sparkles of your eyes...
He will be yours, beyond those seven promises, beyond those seven lives.
You were the bane of his existence...now my love, be the knight for his justice...
Shiv ki Sharanya...Sharanya ka Shiv...
*Bohot hua emosun abh e loh masala😛☺️*
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