Friday, August 14, 2009

It is your bday today, o’ blue skinned one. Last night the temple bells must have rung clear, last night the conch shell echoed, to the fragrance of incense and jasmine, the delight of followers you must have been welcomed into the world. All well and good, but what to do? I’ve seen you in the swishing of the palm frond, in the march of stately trees lining an avenue, a tree holding up the sky, the clouds silver outlined, in the roar of the surf and the swish of the tide, talked to you the most intimate secrets in the whistling whooosh of a gale, marveled at the power in the thrust of the rocks out of the ground. So I wondered and so I celebrated, with long remembered songs from sepia school concerts and music lessons; kamal lochan kati pitamber, adhar murali giridharam…

8 comments:

Amit said...

Happy Janmashtmi!!And,Independence Day,too!
..AmitL

austere said...

T'you too.

Arunima said...

gopi ke geet? :-)

austere said...

kya malum?

ho bhi sakta, nahi bhi...

Mumbai 58 said...

For a minute I thought you were referring to Pakistan :P

I had a great time at Iskon, it felt more like a birthday party than a religious gathering, but heck I wanted that exactly so no complaints

austere said...

boom! grrr.. :))

I'm glad you had a great time. With my meds, the Lord grants me sleep by 10.30- all his doing, see!

quin browne said...

i'm lost, but, this is a lyrical place to be lost in...

austere said...

We have our Gods, and this one is particularly mine because of the name...