Treasure Island

Neethu Prasanna

(24-11-1983)

Temple


Milk as a cascade, over the golden idol, anoints,
Worries get washed away in the same way it aroints;

Rosewater showers over the God as libation,
Diluting all the woes it guides me to liberation

Sandalwood paste all over the idol gets smeared,
How long since this cool sight has been endeared;

Priest lits the multilayer golden oil lamp,
Mirrors multiply the glow as our souls revamp;

Marigold and Ixoras adorn the deity as garland,
Their conquer of my eyes is too grand;

The temple bells ring in an auspicious note
Chants praise god and grandeur of ancientness connote;

Drum beats so pleasant allaying even the last drear,
They slowly conquer my ears as I hear;

Camphors burn, sandal wood is smoked,
Ghee lamps are lit and devotion is evoked;

Jasmines and milky pine flowers compete and arose,
Their fragrances allure and slowly conquer my nose

All of me are being surrendered around thee when I revolve,
Each time I fall in love even though I don't know how you and I did evolve!

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 04, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (4/4/2013 7:41:00 AM)

    Man and God have been separated by a great devide forever it seems.
    Mans has been struggling to bridge that devide for as long.
    We hear God calling to us and we go searching for the ligjt.
    History dictates how we are to go about finding God.
    But each individual when it comes down to it must decide the road to take.
    A traditional temple setting or an unconventional non temple setting; each can offer an illumination
    to God. The important part is that we are the annointed by God and have been chosen to serve.
    And as seekers of God: s truth we are the servers and by service we find truth. But it all begins by our annointing
    , which is a gift that is freely given and cannot be earned or bought or traded for. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/23/2013 8:49:00 AM)

    These rituals, when performed in the right spirit lead us to a state of absolute bliss when we merge with the Great entity
    and forget all other trivialities! Very arresting write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Vivek Tiwari (3/19/2013 9:47:00 AM)

    Excellent and superb word arrangement that reaches the very depth of the theme. The activities of the temple (church) and the religious belongings have all got a nice pen. (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (3/18/2013 3:11:00 AM)

    Very well written Neethu. Very descriptive with gorgeous images. Leaves nothing to the imagination and evokes a sense of being there. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (3/16/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    Wel written neethu.while reading this poem, i was mentally inside thetemple imagining watching thesd rituals.well written. (Report) Reply

  • R.k Das (3/4/2013 6:38:00 AM)

    the poem has not left out a single article needed for the ritual.. such minute eyes for details, , , and the beauty of the poem lies in the last 2 lines :) thanx (Report) Reply

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