Dusk at Kanakapura



It’s the time of dusk,

Trees sway in the wind,

Rustling in the breeze ,

In the hues of the setting sun.

Perched on a hillock,

Bright lights illuminating the structure,

A temple loudspeaker blares out

Invocations to Ayyappa.

These are the primordial ridges

Where Parvati might have lent her divine grace,

These hills are where

Many a tale of love and heartbreak would have been played.

A herd of cattle

Make their way back home,

Bells tingling

And animating the silent atmosphere.

What grace is there

Among nature’s bountyful trails,

In this crisp, silent air

And the darkening dusk.

I see him standing

On a hillock close to me,

Trident in hand, matted hair,

Eyes closed in contemplation.

In this serene environment of Kanakapura,

I see him,

I see Shiva

Guiding me towards eternity.

(Written at Kanakapura,near Bangalore, 1st Dec,2016)

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