Monday, December 21, 2009
Symbolic, sharply precise colourful *rangoli,
Adorns the **aangan outside the front door,
Sweet scent of ***Chaafa, ***Parijaat & ***Bakuli,
Rises from the ****Pooja Thali on the floor.
Silver oil lamps glow in the early dawn,
Sounds of Vedic Chants float on the air,
The sonorous Conch echoes in the still morn,
Tinkling silver bells add to the hallowed atmosphere
The chores of my grandmother occupy her day,
My aunts assisting, working alongside her,
Everything precise in the time honoured way,
Tireless precision---and without a murmur.
When the cows came home from grazing at *****go-dhuli,
The pooja room again the hub of activity at twilight.
Children reciting their Shlokas devotedly,
Traditional silver oil lamps glowing softly bright.
The latticed wooden windows are a part of history,
The red tiles, stone walls, cool cowdung smeared floor,
Are now a part of treasured ,dearly beloved memory,
The old studded door, the ancestral home exists no more.
*Rangoli is sand painting
**Aangan is courtyard
***Fragrant Indian Flowers prescribed for Pooja.
****Pooja is Worship & Prayer.
*****Go-dhuli is twilight or dusk