Little Rudra

Eyes shut for just a moment
Lips caught in a playful smirk

Toddler tummy held erect
Chubby feet wrapped around

Ashen blue against a silver moon
Little Rudra knows not His power

A single thrust of this still Trident
Could rip a hole in the open sky

The Great Lord is the immortal Yogi,
Primordial Conqueror of omnipotent Death

Let Him be, let Him play
For when He grows, He has to slay

Let the world wait for Him awhile
Let Him not open His Third Eye.

Adam

Adam's rib and half a lung.
Life without either is less than whole

The cost of new life is just the same
Of blistering attraction, love and pain.

Brown eyes hide secrets in mirthful glee
a surgeon's knife cannot cut through thee

Callous abuse and mindless neglect
Aren't easy childhoods to collect.

Eve can only sin and cry, though
Mature and lifeless Adam remains

For no love can break this rusty fortress
Built from harsh touches and mental messes

Eve looks on and sighs helpless
No serpent new, no new day hopeless.