The ceilings were amazing,
the carvings breathtaking.
As they have for centuries,
the Belur and Halebid temples
glow in all their glory
on a full moon night.
Rock is relentless and hard,
but the sculptor’s will harder.
Not a stone was left unturned,
as fantastic forms were conjured
over three decades of
blood, sweat and tears.
The temples stand on star shaped platforms
A tender-eyed Nandi soars skyward.
Sala drives a sword into a lion’s heart
A monkey tugs at a maiden’s garment.
Shilabalikas dance, their anklets tinkling
In the moonlight, legends come to life.
I am intoxicated by this
combination of moon and stone.
My jaw drops, my spine tingles
as gentle zephyrs caress my skin.
I find myself rooted to the spot
awestruck, turned to stone.
- Hima and Ranga ( Editor)
As they have for centuries,
the Belur and Halebid temples
glow in all their glory
on a full moon night.
Rock is relentless and hard,
but the sculptor’s will harder.
Not a stone was left unturned,
as fantastic forms were conjured
over three decades of
blood, sweat and tears.
The temples stand on star shaped platforms
A tender-eyed Nandi soars skyward.
Sala drives a sword into a lion’s heart
A monkey tugs at a maiden’s garment.
Shilabalikas dance, their anklets tinkling
In the moonlight, legends come to life.
I am intoxicated by this
combination of moon and stone.
My jaw drops, my spine tingles
as gentle zephyrs caress my skin.
I find myself rooted to the spot
awestruck, turned to stone.
- Hima and Ranga ( Editor)
** My most memorable trip after the Hampi one. Thanks to Ranga and Dr.Jhansi for being there and making this trip [My last wish before I left my homeland :) ]
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