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Art Of Beauty


I wore Orange Lehenga creamy laced, stuffed in Orange-Cream blouse, wrapped in creamy half saree Orange laced, begild in platinum-gold jewellery

I am glowing in Orange-Cream dabbing over my face,

And I am waiting there as you wished, at the ledge of the snow-filled peaks over which burnt-orange stellate streaks of light spread on Maise-wheat background and splashed over my pinky cheeks, scanned over my curves, transforming me into an antique dancing figure, dawned to wake-up the aesthetic visions, Kindle the dormant sacred lush, to burndown the darkness from the scrap and scintillate the souls in to the art.

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I am cladded in Parrot-Green saree, Lemon-Yellow laced, draped in Yellow-Crystall  beeded blouse, covered in Lime-Green veil over head, glittered in Black-Metal chiselled jeweling,

I am radiating in Green-Yellow effervescence,

I am waiting there as you wished in the Harlequin Paddy field, reclined over the Olive-Green magic carpet, where the Love-Parrots landed on me magnifying my lusture as a resting poetic sculpture.

I wish you come over there to praise my brilliance



I am ornamented in whitish-Blue Royal gown – White laced,with  Diamond studded hair scarf waving up nonchalantly and simultaneously sweeping earth’s rugged skin romantically 

I am dazzling in Blue-white mingle pearl froth that is starlighting my layout as a fire tinged fanning sand in the desert

I am waiting there as you said, sprawling over the Boulder bed on the island in the middle of the river- in a fortress, stretched over a Royal Diwan- like a queen, that the world is craving to look at,

I wish you come over there to praise my solitude


I am there at every sight of artistic excellence

I am there at every heart of magistic charm

 Like a masterpiece of beauty 

Like a landmark of Love

Like a shrine worshipped for centuries