Bewildered City
Bridge frames bewildered city. Grey waters hold echoes of fading past, quiet…
Read more →Ancient temple's market hums; a sadhu's smile, fiery grace. The bindi claims the seeking soul.
From a two-hundred-year-old Shiva temple,
turn left.
The market road in Gokarna
has two castes,
the worshipper and the curious.
On a half pink wall, sits
a yellow snake,
below which, is a border in Kanchipuram red.
In the Narayana temple on the left,
sits a sadhu,
his ochre robes a contrast
to the lavender from the jacaranda tree —
bending down, touching feet.
Confused, I bow,
do a namaste.
The sadhu raises a hand —
his smile setting on fire,
the dry leaves of fall.
The pujari at the door,
sears a red bindi on my forehead —
religion claims me,
like sudden water on dry earth.