He beckons.

Through the chiming of the bells,

The light of the ‘diya,’*

The blowing of the conch shells

And the chanting.

I hear a calling in

The muezzin’s ‘azaan,’#

The spires, steeples, domes

And calligraphed verses.

In the outstretched arms of the crucifix.

In the fluttering of the the prayer flags.

In the fragrance of the incense and floral offerings.

In unexplained dreams seen only in the sleeping mind’s eye,

I sense an urge, a ‘bulava.’^

And I pay heed to the summons of the heart,

Walking towards, purposefully.

A devotee, a disciple.

Full of reverence and piety.

* diya = oil lamp lit in a clay pot at Hindu temples

# azaan = Muslim call to prayer

^ bulava = a calling



  1. What wonderful craftsmanship ! Its amazing how your carefully chosen words can bring the scene alive! Keep writing Kunal , I hear a calling in your words , you beckon and I come to read!

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