From the Heart of Archana Pillay
Part of Paramacharya Sadasivanathaswami and Natyam Rajanatha's recently-completed whirlwind travels across the US and Canada landed them in the lovely home of the Pillay family. Located in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, the family consists of father and mother Nagarajan and Shamini along with their three children, Archana, Divyesh, and little Dishanna.
Archana is the eldest and has quite a gifted grasp on artfully using the English language. Her poem expresses her personal insights and experience while on pilgrimage at Kauai Aadheenam with her family. Enjoy her heartfelt sharings.
"As we approached the fortress
Steeped in the veils of blue,
The pungency of love
From the house built for three
Sparked droplets of briny water
From these almond-cut eyes.
"After hearts laid helpless
From the Dancer's valiant display,
And sanguine scents
From the bewildering beginnings
Roamed unbeknownst to fear,
The gelatinous path of aloe
Crept to stage right
"And it was at that end,
In the room of mosaics,
Where this hibiscus transcended
From the silky crescent's peak,
Its petals of unmarred red
Floating atop of an oasis
In the rooster's mellow island.
"Here we stand, hands-cupped,
For a swab of sapient nectar
From nature's five-faced boon,
Whose presence farewells
Ten thousand paper stacks of woes.
"These humble palms will never
Let loose such a silhouette
Of the azure cosmic plains,
Our slumbering serpents
Tickled too sweetly
By this flower, made to
Brighten the sapphire kingdom. "
-- Archana Pillay
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October 4th, 2016 at 5:20 pm
LOVE this!
I hope to share this experience one day before long. To walk the grounds at Kauai Aadheenam, to venerate with touch, Satguru’s feet. Aum Namah Sivaya.
October 4th, 2016 at 7:05 pm
Very nice.
Om Namah Shivay!
October 4th, 2016 at 7:09 pm
Jai jai, Archana! Such a beautiful poem!
October 5th, 2016 at 10:00 am
Who can describe the ineffable ? . . . Who can bring the mystical depth and breadth of Kadavul down to us – oh Lord ! . . . That we can muse in sweet refrain . . . His whirling Grace bathed in pilgrims tears and fired in song of light – Young Archana Pillay He whispered . . . Young Archana Pillay!
October 13th, 2016 at 12:32 pm
Archana, Archana! The flower blooms for you!
October 14th, 2016 at 10:38 am
Very nice poem…Archana has inspired me to start writing poetry again.