The stains of gulaal
Fresh flower petals ,
On my bear body
The piece of silk clothing
Cloaked around my body
mind uncanning,
To those ultimate sound of art
The colors
The movement
The balance
The aesethic
The provoking thoughts of past
When mixed with all these essence,
The feel hits different
It's the reflection of the self ,
Performing that art ,
The line drawn on my body
It's hooked to my veins
Unlike billion blood cells ,
There are several drawing lines
Connected ,
And there it is an art
Relieving subtle force of energy
Within my soul
And my self
