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Monthly Archives: July 2013

Fall landscape

When I painted this, I was very pleased with the outcome, it’s a very peaceful painting, let me know your thoughts and feelings 🙂

fall painting copyright

From another blogger

Read about me and a bit of my life story in a post by a fellow Blogger.

The blog is of a place called the Old Post Office Pavilion where I’ve had a restaurant for the past 30 years. A building that unfortunately has just been leased to Donald Trump to turn it into a 5 star hotel :/. Not so happy about that. Anyways if you are in the DC area before January 2014 definitely come to the Old Post Office Pavilion and check out this amazing US landmark. A truly beautiful building that I am sad to say good bye to.

Love is?

Here is the second half of my love poems:


I think, I found it in a stranger’s eyes,

That passed me by.

I think I saw it in my father’s face,

When he looked at me.

I know I felt it in a piece of music , I heard.

I felt the muse of strings tugging at my throat.

I know I saw it in an artist’s work.

A quiver ran down my spine.

An ecstasy filled the air,

With my heart beating wild.

For a moment I felt rich and alive,

My eyes glistening with emotions,

I felt it , tasted it, wanting to behold it,

I groped at it.

I think of this as elusive, evasive, abstractive LOVE.

Doler Shah


I wrote this poem thinking about what makes us do the things we do, and what is the wealth of love? I wrote it in two sections, as a poem questioning and a poem answering those questions. I hope you like it.


Love, what is love?

Is it a glance into someone’s soul?

Is it a look of admiration,

A look of understanding,

A look of compassion?

To a soul, in a thousand seas of souls,

Or is it a quiver of one’s touch?

A fast beating of one’s heart,

The electricity of it all,

I wonder

Is it a longing look on one’s path?

A mother’s tender touch!

Loo! a mother’s embrace.

Blanketing her child,

Away from hurt.

Or is it hoping,

With all that abstract hope?

Of something anew,

Something afresh,

Might occur,

Might change it all,

In the bleakness of ones life.