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Transcendence


Om, Om,
evolves from the depth
 travels through middle
 comes out with a nasal blend.
 a sense of communion
progresses.

Nadhaswaram and  thavil 
go together, Othuvars
sing the hymns to the pann,
bells clang, purohits  chant 
the mantras, diyas are lit,
aarati is performed.

Meenakshi  looks beautiful,
 the oil  lamps and the aarati 
 enhance her charm, The nose stud 
glitters, so does her other harams.
It is bliss, perfect bliss. 

 I fly to unknown realms.
 peep into the heavenly abode,
catch a glimpse of Shiva,  Meenakshi,
Vishnu,  I remain,  a state of
 transcendence.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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