A FLEETING GLIMPSE
On the snow white canvass of
moonlit night
dotted with stars
like diamonds
on gold bangles
when the church
appears to lift
the conspiring stray clouds
like lord Krishna doing to gobardhan
I descend down
as an artist
to make a portrait
of my past
of my dreams
unrequited, jilted
such nights in the past
have disillusioned me
snatched hopes
dashed my ambitions
shattered my dreams
only the fleeting glimpses
thrilled me intermittently
any one in my place
would have behaved cynically
but never did I relent
behaved like legendary Santiago
showing tenacity of purpose
pursued the goal apparently evasive
with unflinching devotion
and never– say-die spirit
to land up here
where I am now.
(2013)
