On the crude pages of the flirting life,
lie some thumbprints
of a moment’s poetry.
In the indulgence of this breath,
some sublime clouds of beyond-life.
Somewhere in the girth
of this incidental existence,
lies a pearl
of perfect anonymity,
that smears its manifestations
in the misty catacombs of abstraction.
and in the definite heart-throb of the concrete.
my being is thrilled,
with the joy
that erupts in the birth of creation…
When the diligence of craft,
meets the spontaneity of art…
(First published in the Inspired by Tagore commemorative book)
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