on the 81st year since his birth
he thought about his past life
where anecdotes/short snapes
of photographs/ video clips
and ideas forged/ some completed
flickered on the screen of his
like classical movies.
what a wonderful tool one’s brain is
but it has to be rested in a fine
wellness centre of his lively imagination
whrere he visits his muse
all those beautiful women
who had befriended him
or he had chosen by gutfeel
and a spark in their eyes
that he responded to.
voila! now he – on his last laps
on the racetrack of life –
will endeveour to forge
a last ditched effort for
completing his task of publishing
his lyrical oevre
will it become an oevre complete?
his muse/ a generation ahead of him
will be of great help
and with her heart of gold is the
sustenance for the artist’s soul
the best present he could have
for his birthday.