The Smile Of Shiva

the old stone walls seemed to be telling me a tale, of years of standing in the same place
of experiences and the faces that they saw everyday
some, with shivering hands and wet eyes
others with a chant under their breath
the huge wooden doors
that bore the freckles of time
looked down smiling at me,
as though intending to mock
it was in reality, i felt the same of me too
a paradox in my head
battling the disgust in my mind, disgust of,
the institution i left, out of repulsion, ages ago
but the curiosity of the human in me,
pulled me into the world i left before
it just came as a sudden realization,
things that made me leave the temple
were not changing after i left,
they got worse instead.
devotees separated according to monetary status,
the rich dodged the long queues
while the poor roasted in the midday sun

with the hard truth blinding my eyes,
i took refuge behind my closed eyelids
and there was my Shiva
dancing his tandava
in mere mockery of the human kind,
his smile never faded
not any corruption could corrupt his divinity
cos, when it comes to reality,
stone gods, do not speak