Inside out Journey: Mookambika

It was an afternoon,

Dim lights all around, the dusk

Holding their hands,

I stepped in the train for the first.

Rusty blue long snail was that

One blink...and it ran quick.

Man with sour cream dhoti,

Woman holding a leaf with topaz bangles

And small red flowers.

I closed my eyes and placed my 

Head on the pure lap of my Amma.

I knew this lap will never fail..

Tales and myths through that old 

Dusty paperbunch

My head opiated with her divine presence.

The blue long snail carrying me 

Stopped all of a sudden.

Hot tea, pouring from mud pot

Took a sip, good for my hazy head

Again my eyelids against the floor.

It's dawn...

Can see lodges at both sides of the street

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Immersed myself in the ice cold water of

Souparnika.

I can imagine Devi in a cloud white sparkle.

She's Saraswati, goddess of knowledge.

I was in a long line.. I moved inch by inch

I could only listen to the serene mantras all around.

I reached at the door

My heart skipped a beat

Now I'm in front of the divine knowledge

I'm unable to tell you what my mind is with

I just closed and joined..

I was floating. I could see

Between the huge pillars of carved stones,

Stood Devi with all other gods around

Like Devi being the sun and gods the planets

The Saraswati Mandapa was filled,

With artistic sanctum.

Small and tender feet dancing to the blessed rhythm

And here I'm with joy and benediction.