A soulful inner dialogue between a modern-day warrior and Lord Shiva. This post isn’t about religion — it’s about raw, fearless devotion and a life lived without asking for anything in return.
The One Who Never Asked
They say when Shiva appears, there’s a storm of silence.
No fireworks.
Just a presence.
Heavy enough to still time… and light enough to disappear into your breath.
And if he stood before me today —
Ash-smeared, wild-eyed, silent as a moonlit grave —
I wouldn’t fall to my knees.
I wouldn’t ask, “Why me?”
I’d just say, “Tell me what to do. I am the doer. You are the Master. Let’s begin.”
I Never Asked… I Just Did.
People go to temples with lists.
Careers, health, marriage, peace of mind — like ordering from a celestial Zomato.
Me? I didn’t bring a list.
I brought my life.
Shiva doesn’t need to hear what you want.
He needs to see if you’re ready for what He wants for you.
And I always was.
Still am.
I was never taught to ask.
I was trained to move.
To lift. To bleed. To feel the pain. To not understand it… but still not stop.
Even when the hate came in like fire,
Even when the anger burned my own bones,
Even when the truth and lies blurred into silence…
I just did.
Because He already gave me this life.
And that gift is the only instruction I need.
I Don’t Need Miracles. I Need Marching Orders.
You know what real devotion is?
It’s not lighting lamps.
It’s not perfect Sanskrit chants or 5AM fasts.
Real devotion is action with no explanation.
Following orders without asking for context.
Getting up every time you’re broken —
Because the breaking was part of the plan.
I’ve taken commands from humans.
Bosses. Coaches. Gurus.
Some didn’t know what they were doing.
Some did.
But Shiva?
He knows. He sees. He waits.
The Younger Me Would Be Angry — Then Proud.
If the younger version of me met me today…
He’d see the scars first. The swords, the arrows.
And he’d be furious.
“Who did this to us?”
“What happened?”
“Why didn’t you fight back harder?”
But then he’d pause.
See my eyes.
Feel my spine still standing straight.
And hug me.
Because we never ignored reality. We never ran.
And he’d whisper,
“You never betrayed me. You just evolved.”
No One To Ask. Nothing To Beg For.
Truth or lie?
What even matters anymore?
What matters is where I am now —
And how I am, in this moment.
Wherever I stand, I stand as His.
And if He ever shows up — even just for a blink —
I won’t ask anything.
Because I know He already knows.
Just instruct me, Mahadev.
And watch me do.
Final Words from the Fire
Fearless isn’t roaring like a lion.
Fearless is bowing to the unknown — and still moving forward.
And I don’t need to be understood.
I don’t need a crowd, a following, or even applause.
I just need the Master.
And the path He’s laid for me — even if it’s made of knives, mud, or madness.
Because in that path,
I find me.
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