Glowing like a hot neon light

I had been to Kolkata this summer. It is a product of that fine trip.

I had come to her,

from far,

and a long time too.

Her eyes were burning with passion.

The spirit was aroused, inflamed

and she stood there blindling,

glowing like a hot neon light.

The gloss of the night was hers,

as was the glamour

and she stood there illuminating

a thousand passers-by.

Moonlight faded in her presence

and night took heart from her soul

as She stood there bewitching,

a world ensnared by ghosts.

The honey kept dropping from heaven,

the fireflies coming up to light...

Somehow something in me had turned -

though I kept looking afar.