Swirling clouds of fuming smoke
Delightfully stings the fervent eyes…..
The camphor flavoured vapours intoxicate the senses…

The zealous dance begins….
As the inhibitions evaporates with the fluid atmosphere
divine surges of devotion overwhelm the being

The drum roll resounds in the sanctum
Pulsating with an uninterrupted pace and an unfailing rhythm
like the throbbing pulse of life itself…

Tongues of flame lick at the humid air
and the fiery orange glow engulfs the darkness
as mystical chants are sung by the holy lips

Heartfelt prayers are offered amongst the fragrant flowers
A joint buzz gradually arising
amid the sea of scarlet vermillion smeared foreheads

A wave of tranquility flushes across the horizon
even amongst the paroxysms of devotion
A spiritual moment of both passion and peace

The ringing of the bells awaken the soul
The pace quickens, chants become louder, the drums beat faster,
and the moment reaches an overpowering crescendo

The moment culminates, the devotees depart
and the tranquility gives away to a mundane buzz
and life goes on in all its monotony

And the lord awaits on his ornamented throne
For another spiritual odyssey…
…for another fleeting moment of pure devotion, peace and passion