Again and again
as flickering shadows
we pine for those
lost vibes
the fading echoes
in the withering veins
of the kalariyard there
where the roots and hearts
of our fore fathers
lie as a web of love
under the rotten layers of leaves
that murmurs the epic memoirs
to the mossy temple walls
the weird peepal tree
between the bowing groves
in that scary northern gloom
where dark beetles
growl and gaze
The oval pond
beneath the wild creepers
where we lie down and give ear
to the clinging hands
and splashing water
of our childhood
Again and again
we search that
feather of love
hidden some where
in the tattered palm leaves
Inhaling the wistful aroma
of ghee preserved some where
in our lonely landscapes
and to run and grasp
to the non ending desolate field
and watch our fore fathers
exchanging the script of love and trust
with the setting sun
in the pale horizon
Photo Courtesy : Kaindalam Sree Kalariyal Bhagavathi Temple
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