I Live In Little India

</>dawn in Little India unfolds from the sanctum of the Lotus petal by petal of spiritually inches and spreads around our heart as as the sun rises from the palm of the Almighty colouring the sky with his shades of blessings like the Hindu Gods blue, green, red, and yellow on their chariots screening the splendour of heavens buddhist temple bell chimes right at six, after the call of the mosque azan when there is a hindu festival the nearby shrine where Kali manfiests the frightening scale of her character a red blood tongue lengthy enough to draw a thousand questions from passers of her divinity one of the few Hindu goddesses to whom you can slaughter an animal to please her india and little india fight for space this little shrine even the Gods have to make do with little place to stand, to sit, as devotees pray, offer incense to Muruga, the warrior God, Muneswaran, the Guardian God and Ganapathi the Elephant God for a happy existence in Little India to be continued rattles away their drums to a frenzy the spiritually inclined joins in the meditation ambience evoke by all these, the gayathri and other mantras i used to see the world in black and white until i started to live in little india there is light in the dark or darkness in light my eyes are open to chakras, bright red, orange yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet these are the colours of the buildings clothes, vibuthi, .... poetry in progress