Hello world!

This is my personal and literary blog. To share with you personal writings, literary and poetry.
Kundan Lal Chowdhury.

One Response to “Hello world!”

  1. kundanlal Says:

    Temple at San Antonio
    (K L Chowdhury)

    I could not find you, my lord
    in the empty hall
    of that huge banal building
    up the hill in San Antonio,
    they call the temple.

    The large oblong flaps
    in the middle of the forehead
    of your idols,
    reach down to your nose
    to obliterate your features,
    caricaturing you in the process
    into a brooding visage.
    Your comely consort, by your side,
    gets a treatment no different!
    A tiny saffron dot, instead,
    would have been quite in place.

    The soul is missing, as well,
    in your unique incarnation
    we call the Ardhanareshwara,
    incarcerated inside the AC-cooled gazebo
    on the ridge of the hill,
    by the side of this temple –
    sculpted in male and female so poorly,
    dressed and ornamented so grotesquely,
    flowers strewn around in a flurry –
    looking so out of place,
    so lonely.

    Having come all the way
    to rediscover you here in this land of plenty,
    this utopia, the united states of America,
    am I to return with my hands empty,
    my lord Siva?

    Brooding like your idols,
    low in spirits, shaken in faith,
    I come out of the temple
    to the sizzling slaps of hot air

    fuming from the sun-baked concrete of the temple yard,
    eyes blinding with the glare,
    skin inflamed with the blazing sun.

    I sit outside
    on a solitary, creaky bench,
    under the gossamer shade of a baby oak,
    as lonely as your images and idols inside.

    And there you materialize
    in your full grandeur and glory
    in so many shapes in the silvery clouds that gently glide across the azure sky;
    in the hot breeze that cools my burning brow;
    in the lone eagle circling high,
    buoyed by the brazen wind,
    flying freely in aimless abandon;
    in the distant skyline across the valley
    defined by the rolling hills,
    their domes like so many temples
    to your ineffable presence;
    in the limitless vision of your boundless nature,
    that can never ever be confined
    in trappings of silver and gold
    in a dim corner of a mean building
    of timber, marble, brick and stone.