She moves with cataclysmic charm,
She quips but means no harm.
She shimmers for she is decked up like a
newlywed,
She is Akaashganga- the lover and the
beloved.
Long for her and find her slip away,
Shun away and see her as a part of you.
She is the whim that keeps you at bay,
She exists in non-existence for she is mere
reflection of you.
She is the name to the names,
She is the hell and she is the heavens.
She is the desire to be desire less,
She is the eternal charm, spry and ageless.
She is for the day as she is for the night,
Seek, you find her for she is the pivot of
your sight.
She has been there and will always be,
For she is the Maya that sustains reality!
-Rahul Atrishi
