the pool of ecstasy

Picture Courtesy: Diba Raza

i sat on a bench

watching the pool - so calm

every ripple that sobered

was a soothing balm

my mind would follow shamelessly

the pattern of the pool

a pebble of thoughts would stir it

and break all stable rules

and then i would dive

into the wondrous depths of love

desire and passion would conflate

and float demurely above

that's when she walked

an artist's muse i'd say

fringes playing with her eyes

- a twisting, turning, foray

a character from my dream

whom someday i'd pen to life

walked along and made a tiny ripple

that created a havoc inside

she was an artist too

with a lens and an observing eye

cynosure, my muse

she's my ineffable alibi

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PS: Sometimes you find your muse, and you know this is IT!