A lady on the chair
of rotten wood
elegance in red,
the eyes with ocean depth.
The salinity of it
the photographs fading
colours of life
in the painting I see
A dancing queen
The music from the black violin
from Rome to Vienna
The doves flew
The aching jaw
had a solace in her smile
The hollow there
on the cave of dew
The waltz and wine
the sound echoing in the wall
the concert hall
the radio singing
Beauty bathed in dew
even the gods stood up,bowed
angels screamed
Sunshine it was...
The moon azure
Unable to sleep,sweating all wet
in its bed
the fox chuckled
The palace there
On the dew over the lily,white
a mark in the canvas
Hearts leaped.
Pool of life she has
The corpse blessed with a dip
holy bathe
the joy of life
La-la-la,La-la-la
the girl with the green bangle...
Ran to hug
The blood dripping
The sun ashamed
Of the shine of depthless her eyes
The skull being kicked
a corpse removed.
The wine rushing
Ganges craving for the holy water
The reflection fading
in the image of the forest
Rupsa,with footsteps of sand,
the moon in the dark purple sky,
the pearl shone
the strung harp and violin...
