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Hiring Crowd


A group of singers 
 say some thirty and odd.
 called to sing on each occasion 
exhibiting less of a talent.

A bunch of another 
thirty  plus or more 
 together recite the hymns
 mostly out of tune,

 Both come well and above
sixty and more  cross   a hundred 
 when they attend with their 
spouses.  A sizeable crowd.

The rest comprise
 the relatives and friends
 a little above fifty, the event 
 receives an audience,

 so never does the gathering 
 seems sparse or scattered,
an evidence to show off
the host commands repute.

By far the wealthy celebrate 
  successive functions.
 religious and social, where 
ostentation overtakes modesty.

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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.

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Prarthana


it is Friday,
my day to go
 to the temple.

On the way, I 
 list the songs 
I have to sing.

Also draw a full 
schedule of 
 the prarthanas .

On reaching the shrine
 my voice gets stuck.
as i try to sing,

Closing my eyes ,
 I attempt to put forth 
 my wishes.

Aiyaoo ! My memory fails 
 I keep looking at her,
dumbfounded, 

She casts a benign look.
I know your predicaments .
 No worries , I will  take care. 

A red rose 
falls on her feet.
I pick the one,

and walk. My voice  clears,
the songs and the prarthanas 
line in queue.

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Mother To Me


Unable to break myself 
from the unflinching love
 I hold for Meenakshi,
 rant, ramble, sing  
write about her,

Festivals abound in my town 
throughout the year,
 She comes out of her abode
 in a chariot, goes 
around the streets.

known as Tik Vijayam, like 
every other mortal, she 
gets married,  like a ruler she
crowns  herself shares the reign 
with her consort, Sundaresa. 
  as a Goddess adorns the Navaratri, 
assumes different roles.

A diamond studded crown,
lend a glory, parrot set in diamonds, 
encharms, ornaments from head to toe 
 paved with rubies, emeralds,
 sapphires add colour. Her 
demeanour  lit by the radiant smile 
 enchants all the more.

More of a mother to me
than a Goddess,
I look up to Meenakshi
for directions, for  consolations, 
for peace.  She bestows on me 
most liberally.

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Apparition


One of a man  Nagappa Aiya
climbs the  steps
of the Motta Gopuram, turns east,
places a stone  on the Ishanya ( North East) 
a start  to complete the unfinished one.

Masons fear to ascend  
 as  earlier attempts ended 
in disaster. The bald vihar
transforms into a sculptural marvel  
Stands  at par to the  other three vihars
 on east, west and south,

 Nagappa Aiya  goes to the temple 
every night, witnesses  the puja
 walks home  with the prasad. 
it happens, he was away, could not make
 it to the evening puja,  rains force him 
 to break the journey, 

  On the couch ‘of his cart,
he falls asleep,  head knocking
on the wooden bolsters. He sits up
to a girl’s laughter accompanied 
 by  the anklets chime.

Nagappa. Nagappa  she 
calls thrice, Clad in pattu pavadai
the lovely lass gives  Chakra pongal
and  milk in golden vessels,
Aghast  at the sight – Meenakshi as a girl
 he remains speechless.

She runs a little distance, bids him 
to eat, the rain drenching her,
Aiya  partakes the prasad in a hurry,
 calls amma, amma, She is 
nowhere to be seen.  An apparition,
he believes.

Next morning he  rushes 
to the temple. It is in  chaos 
Shocked to see Nagappa aiya
‘with the golden vessels, the priests eye
 him with suspicion.  At the moment.

from the sanctum,  Meenaksi’s 
words reverberate through the corridors.
 It is I who brought the prasad 
to you in the night, Nagappa ,
knowing well that you will go
to sleep without dinner. 

 Nagappa Aiya   resolves 
 not to leave the town.
Stays stoic while
his wife is fighting 
for life  in the  native village,
 He remains even more stubborn.
when he learns of her death.

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Bitten By The Bug


Can I call it as bestowed?
The family manage the temple 
 father and sons in succession
 a honour  conferred  by governance. 

The trio serve  with 
humility, remain impartial,
 maintain harmony, reign  in style 
 combining  skill and devotion.

They being my paternal 
grandfather, uncle and dad,
Could  that  be the reason for 
me being bitten by the bug?

Meenakshi wields a charm on me,
her benevolence enfolds
Sitting at home. I visualize 
Meenakshi in her sanctum.
resigning to the belief ” God is 
omnipresent, omniscient 
and omnipotent”. She nods.

The link  continues unbroken 
 somehow or other.

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Enforced Splendour —-Year 2018


Negotiating through the cars 
and autorickshaws I am in the 
North Gopuram of Meenakshi temple,
once hailed as Mottai Gopuram
Mottai corresponds to bald.

Passing through the security check,
the archana basket  being inspected 
 I walk to the sanctum.
Tickets are up for darshan
 buying a 100 RS. ticket 

I join a queue, 
the one moves faster
beside me is the longest 
the free darshan,
In the middle,  walk
 the officials, the politicians,

their relations and friends 
unbound  and free, I am 
a few meters away 
The priests occupy the best part 
devotees could see only their backs.

Perceiving Meenakshi’s  profile 
I wait for a thorough darshan 
A  policeman with a lathi 
commands me to move 
amma, get lost, get away,
he shouts.

Exhaustion  throws  me out 
of gear.  Disheartened,  unable 
to experience the grace, I 
 walk through the corridors.
 I am in no mind to enjoy 
the architectural splendour,

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A Divine Galore —-Year 2000


Come along , come here
 Come Meena amma 
the vendors  call
one displays the archana basket
the other  swings the rose 
and jasmine garlands 

Greeting them with a namaskar
I run to the sanctum
of Meenakshi temple, I am late, 
 Lo! the bells go, time for abhishegam.
which will last for an hour.
 I walk through the corridors
 eyeing each sculpture,

  the artistic excellence,
the way they depict the legendary 
manifestations keep me in awe.
 The bells chime ,the curtains go up 
  bejeweled Goddess Meenakshi
 smiles. The devotees cry
Amma, Amma, prostrate 
at her feet.

  

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A Threat


Busy going on errands
being  only two,  does not
 make the task  any easier,

Do not say only two, atha,
 you have three more
with you, points my son.

Listing out the vegetables
weekly, the grocery fortnightly
fruits every fourth day.

 accounting  to the pie, I manage 
The thought of  spending too much
gnaws me while I sleep.

Mornings pass off peacefully,
 as I am occupied, nights turn
horrible.

Attributing to a mania,
 or a phobia, my sons threaten
if you continue we have

to seek appointment.
with a psychiatrist, 
Oh!  no, I am not that bad!

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Ephemeral Eternity


Pulling my sari 
up to the knees,
 which  I never do
I walk towards the beach.

The waves ebb in
 and flow out gently
not anything uncommon 
fascinates me 

I go  a little inside
 the waves reach up 
to my knees, The water 
along with the sediments

wash my legs, recede 
 in a timid flow, One such 
 wave strikes me with 
a blow. I tumble, 

the water takes  me
to a distance of 10 meters,
terrified I withhold my tension,
I regain my  stand 

slowly reach the shore
   I Straighten, set right 
 my drenched sari
 gather my poise,

look at the azure ocean 
I envisage a phenomenon 
that of eternity unfolding 
to reveal the ephemeral,

 I