I walked in the direction of an impending sunrise,
from Gowdali chowk to the Daswasmedha ghat,
past the Vishwanath Gali’s entrance starting life –
way before the rest of the arising eastern world.
Flower sellers tried to waiver my steady attention
as I hastened on to celebrate in the feast of lights;
even as beggars flanking the path since predawn
tried to steal my mind’s eye from a diffident Sun.
My vision dodged arched frames, flags, canopies
to detect the grey sky burst into streams of light –
which grew so intense as I watched their gleam,
till they erupted into fissures of tangerine delight.
Orange streaks of light spread diffusing grey sky,
as rituals of custom, religion, picked momentum;
past unflappable orange flags on pole lined ghats
the fleets of boats stood guard – as Sun emerged.
Sun now decked in a silverlined orange turban –
bridegroom’s face glorious with the silken halo:
his lovelorn face took on a tangerine hued glow
in lifting princess Ganga’s dark azure sari-hood.
An orange feast of light announced to the world,
the royals – Sun and Ganges are now wedded:
as men, women, turned to priests for ceremony –
hailing the couple, partaking love’s visual buffet.
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