A World Of It's Own At the sight of Keventer's, My iris prepares itself, To witness the, Unending beeline of people, Scaling their way to The Times Square, Of Darjeeling. The sight of- Silver steamy Maktoos, A woman sitting quietly, Roasting corn. People from different Ethnic communities, Sauntering past with their families, Pointing their fingers, Towards the chic clothes, Sitting proudly on mannequins, Behind the glass of a shop, Fascinates the senses. The aroma of freshly, Barbequed chicken, And of finely fried fritters, Beckons me. The crazy hubbub- Of people walking, Here and there, Yelling each other's names, Bargaining with vendors, Bumping into one another, Apologizing with a smile. Although exasperating, Is wonderful to tune in. Reaching the summit, The eye rolls from, One corner to the other, To marvel a panorama.
This is a fusion, a symphony of arts. See it, hear it, read it and feel it is what we say for there is nothing in this world that can't be expressed in some form of art. Celebrating expression and art in a small way. Help us as we express ourselves, we the few creators.