Wednesday, 2 February 2011

The Temple



Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years
On the temple build with  bricks and stones
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures

With a handful of flowers ready to shower
The lord welcomes us in the bright sacred flame
Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years

The beauty of arts is seen everywhere
The dancing goddess on the pillars makes us stare
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures

The loss of weight in heart, bygone the fears
We surrender our prayers and the whole self  to him
Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years

The temple is the only place we bury our tears
To the good spirits and wandering saints that lives there
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures

Our Temple of heart is build by meditating clear
Picking each positive stones we get and smear
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures
Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years

By: Umamaheswari Anandane

13 comments:

  1. Lovely Villanelle uma ,liked the spirit that goes with it.Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Nice post, is the music at the bottom of your page George Winston?
    Cheers, Sausage..

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  3. I like this one a lot. Left me feeling content....

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  4. @all thanks.Feels happy that you felt content and uplifting.
    @sausage-The music is river flows in you by yiruma

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  5. witty tale.
    The temple is a place to bury pains and share joys.
    loved your take.
    Cheers.

    check your email.

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  6. Beautiful poem to describe a magnificent temple.........so beautiful and so intricately carved. Thanks for this, it is uplifting.

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  7. A lovely way to describe the temple which means so much to you. The repetition of certain lines is very appealing.

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/02/21/home/

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  8. You paint a beautiful place of peace. Marvelous poem.

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  9. Moving and a prayer in itself...and the picture is magnificient..can't remember which temple though...maybe one i have visited before...

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  10. only place to bury our tears is dantastic- i enjoy reading this uma.. my potluck's here: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/04/metamorphosis/

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