Every picture she shares ignites a fire.
I once thought pictures
are filtered, and lifeless.
Now I can see the magic unfolding
in the picture- the pink halo
of a distant muse, like a solitary moon
over the Arabian Sea,
the colour and
the silk of her perfumed hair,
the henna adorning the back of her hands, the stars studded on her brocade shalwar kameez, the coy smile.
Is this really the picture or the magic she is weaving in my mind?
© jhimi