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,
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)