So
high I levitate to glimpse at Shaiva saints,
A
spiritual climate opens up a new turf,
Forget
‘self in the divine aura;
So
queer it’s to stoke the butterflies in tummy,
‘Wiggly
eyes’ take refuge at a gloomy mutt,
A
gathered guts makes way into the dome.
A
plateful of sweets and fruits send a closer look;
So
mysterious they seem I think,
Closing
the doors to make a retreat.
On
the Ganges , I sit, haystack on my lap,
Alas!
No grit to have a firm hold on;
A
hue and cry, I hear, from the water,
On
toes, I’m to escape the nasty gaze.
So
magnetic it’s to draw to a boy,
‘Will
ye help find my way back’, I ask
A
smile and a kiss assure in turn,
‘Go
fast’, a voice cautions time again;
Uf!
A man trips on puddles so hard,
A
happy, congested, large-hearted hamlets,
So
friendly they ‘r to meet and greet;
‘Eat
dis’, says a granny in head towel wrap,
Wonderstruck
I’m at the magnanimity;
So
confused to trust the empty words.
‘Om
Kali’ chanting mesmerizes to hold attention,
A
woman in trance dances to the drums’ beat
So
pious, ye ‘r to see them in droves
‘stop
them throwing eggs on’ as offering
A
voice, I hear, from the back
Me!
…. Who ‘m I to question a belief?
Oh, God, How
powerless I’m left!
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