An Ode to Shubh

For she is an adept
In what she does
So it is with Art too.
Her creation casts a spell
And so does she
God created her
With love, with care
With all his heart
And rested
For he was devoid of strength
His own creation
He feared
For she was near perfect
Propelling him toward the absolute
Inspired he too was
For a moment he felt pain
and bliss at the same time
Pain, because it sapped him out of all energy
Bliss, because she stood there
All smiles...
She was the metaphor
She was the simile
She was the protagonist of his creativity
His crown jewel..

And I dream...

As I lie in the sand
Gazing at the stars
The night charms me
The lure, seductive..

Haunted I am..
Not by the eeriness of the night
But by its heavenly glow
Awestruck I stare..

The moondance I see
In the water..
Classic romance
I witness

A dreamer, never was I
But..
Taunted I feel now,
The teaser, the moonlight

The grass below is chill
the air even more
I am numb..
Numbed by the song of the night


I am in a trance..
Pure magic it is...
The music plays on
The musician, the night..

I lie there..
And I continue to dream...

To The City That Never Sleeps

The Big Apple
The Business Capital of the World
The City That Never Sleeps
Simply put, New York City
Time fears her pace
Lightning is put to shame
Power she exudes
Flamboyant her style
Life she lets you live
Live your own way
No Strings attached
Mean, life here seems
But take a deep breath
And see through her eyes
A vision so beautiful
She shows you
Of your own self
Explore the being that you are
For that is the quest of life
She becomes the beacon
But never the path
Carve it, you must
For it is the toast
The toast you raise
To Her Spirit
That spells "Immortal".