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A Splendour Every Year.


The first day of the month “thai”

how it is called in Tamil  with  love

comes in mid January

a festival called Pongal

being a thanksgiving to God

being celebrated with splendour

all throughout by the Tamils .

 

A beautiful concept as seen

wherein the harvest being over

new rice  being brought in

an iron or a mud stove

and mud or metallic pots

adorned and  sketched

with fastidious colours .

 

The images of leaves and flowers

drawn with such artistic instincts

while the floor shines with an ethnic print

which holds the rice powder as a base

around the pots are tied the rice stalk

mango leaves  and  turmeric stalks

add to the charm of the festival.

 

The family gathers around   the stove

the conch is blown  a sign to start

the lady of thee house comes forth

dressed up in  a sari bright and new

with flowers around her hair

she places the pot on the stove

much to the cheer of the family.

 

The celebration progresses

as fresh milk is poured in to the pot

then the rice drained water is  poured

till the brim of the pot

the firewood flames with a glow

the milk and water starts t boil

with the acceleration of heat.

 

The milk boils over  slowly and steadily

being a sign of prosperity

the whole family stand there with a wait

pleased to see the milk boil with a force

rice is added in small measures

followed by jaggery, ghee and coconut flakes

along with cashew and raisins .

 

That being the pass over

the family then gathers around again

prays to the almighty with a fervour

a request is put forward earnestly

as to have continuous prosperity

all throughout  the year  and in future

so much so the festival passes peacefully.50ec717de383a01082013132029

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Sumptuosity And Splendour


The ingredients that make a dish

could be of varied quality

the best be not the substance

if one goes not by the standard .splendour

I know a woman who  is independent

cooks  on not any recipe  as such

has her own way to process

measures not in spoons or in grams

just picks and mixes in the stuff

her fingers be her own measure

salt she just sprinkles as she cooks

so does she adds spice and chilly

the way she wants and she likes

it is all in her  eyes and hands

no particular study nor any precise definition

the final preparation is so delicious and mouth watery

provokes one to take again and again

she does not teach or instruct

as she does not possess any regular formula

it is the watchful eye that sees  and performs

it is the deft finger that executes  in strength

while the ladle clatters on the pans and pots

a sumptuosity   and splendour all too well seen.

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Pretty Nothing To Do.


Sitting idly for some time

pretty nothing to do

gazing at the sky

without any focus

came to see a cluster

might be stars

moving together

slowly and steadily

seemed to be

like a an  illumination

natural and delightful

not affecting the eyes

but lending a natural  splendour

magnificent and marvellous.stars travel in clusters

 

 

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Honourable Thou Art.


She has reached the threshold of fame.

She is a lady with a name.

Everyone, for sure, has a name.

Her personality gives  a shot to the name.

 

She has an air of splendour.

She extends an affable render.

She  is elegant and slender.

She exhibits a graceful tender.

 

She is a recipient of the highest honour.

Awards and prizes come to her  from all corners.

She remains the most spectacular donor.

She distributes. all her prize money to the loners.

Her philanthropy  adds to her glamour.

She commands a spontaneous reverence.

Her charisma delivers an effervescence.

Her bent of mind  marks a noble reference.

Her style calls for a valid  observance.

No wonder, she is  a lady of brilliance.