In your matted hair
rests the hush of centuries,
a calm the world has forgotten
how to hold.
No crowns, no silks, no shining pride —
just ash on skin,
a crescent moon,
and the quiet courage of simplicity.
You wear the universe
without showing it off.
You carry destruction and creation
with the same gentle steadiness.
In your silence,
I find my loud thoughts resting.
In your austerity,
my endless wanting learns to loosen.
You do not seek applause,
yet devotion finds its way to you.
You do not ask for praise,
yet hearts bow without instruction.
O Shiva,
you teach me that worth
needs no decoration,
that depth needs no display,
that truth needs no validation.
In loving you,
I learn to be still,
to be simple,
to be enough —
without needing the world
to agree.
Nandini Mithun ✍️
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