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.
Meenas Poems 