Just like a lit, red glass rose,

Peeking from the wall,

Expressing a magnificent pose.

Attracting me in the middle of chaos,

Including portrait and gentlemen.

Just like an oasis in the

middle of the hottest Saharan.

Just like a Spanish bolero dancer,

Wearing hot and spicy red,

Just the difference not in motion

Nor any words it said.

Like a banshee confined

In a djinn bottle,

With a never stopping flow

Through the energy throttle.

~Ajay

March 2015