Tiruchy - 94

This was written in 1994, when i was down and out (this is probably reflected in the writing). my dad took to Naaddi Joshiyam (as nothing else was working!) and Oolai suggested visits to some temples and one of them was the Tiruchi Ucchi Pillaiyar temple.

Tiruchy – 94
It was early
Even for the Sun.
As we slowly ascend
We utter his name,
Between many gasps.
Our legs weigh more
And refuse to move at will.
Why should God be so hard to reach?
Is it because the pain should be felt?
Nothing, not even God can be achieved
Without pain...Sadistic? But true.

The Mist lifts,
Nature is stretching lazily
From here,It’s all so hazy
Even the poverty below.
The Sun comes out
Slowly, And we can see,
Cauvery turn into liquid silver.
Dams upstream have changed this mighty river
Into a stream.
Water Management.
They will tell you.

For ordinary mortals,
Slaving for 9-5,or even more
This is a sight to behold.
A “top of the world” – feeling.
A Sense of achievement.
But, The Euphoria that
Height gives – soon evaporates
And God forgotten,
As the labor of going down dawns.
The realities of life
Touch down.

As we descend.
The Sun
So far benign, now turns harsh
And is, beating down on us
Mercilessly.