Right in front of the eye
there was a cry
did not subdue with a try
rather rose very high
breaking the silence
exerted with diligence
showed no reverence
there was an inference
that it was a feigned one
an effort that is done
never at all for fun
but for a lively stunt
which inflicted a lot of brunt
not being done for a hunt
but being resolved by an aunt
who stood like a stone
and amended all the broken bones
with that kept the issue in tone
finally she was left all alone.
Few they say is limited
few they argue is little
well, this is not new
as few could make a million
they could also see a trillion
if they aspect exactly
if they progress directly
there could be almost all thing
a fly over by few
a throw out by few
a defeat by a few pull out
and finally a few as you know
could make wonders in straight goal
a few are really great.
The shift and the drift
go by a rift
find no lift
nor a gift
yet they happen
they also dampen
and turn rampant
that be the sign
of a shift and drift
without a total hit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QapXes0XFYIThe deity came on the chariot illuminated
the moon was in its full strength(pournami)
the chant rocked the sky in length
the feverish fervour rose to heights
The beautiful silver chariot
with wonderful workmanship all around
and floral garlands strewn over
was a delight to the eyes.
The morning saw a fanatic devotion
people walked to the portals
with scepters dodging out
of the tongue and the back
The devotees pulled the decked kavadis
massive and weighing tons
others carried them on the shoulders
as they ran to the sanctum sanctorium.
It was a amazement to see the sight
lovely and frightening at the same time
colourful and gaudy at the moment
real and incredible at times
The evening saw a distinction superior
mean not the morning was inferior
the feel was an assuage and relish
with the crowd diffused in piety.
The deity with a smile sweet
had a fastidious charm
when the chariot moved slowly forward
pulled by the stout bulls firmly.
The cheer gradually enhanced
as the deity came closer
the exhilaration reached its peak
the ecstasy was bewildering .
The prayers were in soft melody
coconuts were broken in thousands
with faith and belief staunch
as it brought enormous fortune.
The festival in the alien land
thousand of miles across the native soil
celebrated by a community so small
draws crowds large in hundreds of thousands.
The sleepy town of Teluk Intan
surrounded by river on three sides
a tiny peninsula in the straits of malaysia
woke up in a startle to the Pournami rhythm.
The fire goes up
up and up it rises
bringing down the roof
burning all the furniture
going up all through the night
with the fire engines rushing
could not extinguish the flames
until everything turned to cinders
the ash lay on the arena
a scene so ghastly as ever
all that shone and glittered
a few minutes ago
now have become black and dark
with no character whatsoever
that be the power of fire.
There is a lull
a significant one that be.
There is no noise
must be out of choice.
There is silence
a deep relevance
What is going to be?
What would it be ?
That is the query that boggles
the manipulation that works
many a wonder altogether
keeping everyone asunder
the fighter and the fight
seem to be meaningless
a total waste of time
that leads to a pandemonium.
Chaos is let loose
as the men behave like fools
that be the reason for the lull
that appears to go round in full.
Into the night
there is a dazzle
that which catches the eye
a gleam thoroughly beautiful
sat there wondering
how awesome the darkness is.
In amazement I watch the stillness
how long I stood there
I really do not know
Yet it was an exhilaration
that could be felt all the more
by just gazing at the sky.
With that goes the short sojourn
there be a winding up in the morn
a push out from the place
to a destination of grace
this be a monthly affair
a thorough up and down fare
the energy gets sapped by the move
a depleted weakness is there to prove
that is how life has been for me
travel that does not cause any glee
instead holds me with a pinch
silently borne with a twinge
have to endure for reasons best known
tolerated for my children in great tone.
By this if they gain immensely
my sacrifice would have a meaning naturally.
Wish this ordeal gets over in a short time
so that I could repose with a good chime.
Hope my prayers should be answered quickly
an anticipation loaded with great anxiety.
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