Pushkar - a holy city

Looking for the holy in the chaos, the loudness and the unholy

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Pushkar. A holy city they say.

Sacred, divine, come here to find god or the remnants of truth.

Full of temples, people come here to pray.

Walking barefoot, flowers in their plates, heads covered, bowing down their heads to idols and the images placed.

Sacred. What does it mean?

Holy

The loud sounds of the horn over the temple bells

The air filled with cigarette smoke, blocking, contaminating the incense scents

Trap, techno music, djs, drums over the temple hymns

Where can I hear, see, come in touch with god?

only in the eyes of the animals fending on the streets

in the shadows of an old tree

in the branches that have witnessed this scene

the abandoned cows

a nuisance in people's ways

how can this be holy?

where animals are discarded and nature destroyed

in loud noises where we can't hear god's voice

where there is no peace

a commercialized society, consumed in seeking thrills and highs

who is in charge of keeping the sacredness intact?

the level of consciousness of human mind

No alcohol allowed, so people bring their own

unbothered, unconcerned about anything around

dishonouring themselves and the place

I walk around questioning the reality of this world

of what humans have become

so close yet, so far from god

we can enter the temples and never meet god.