A Poem for a Song
I saw deep into her eyes.
They conveyed me nothing except exotica.
I saw her flowing hair, which resembled a black and belligerent waterfall.
They said me nothing, except her taste in sense and sensualism.
I saw her tattoos, which were lucky enough to be drawn over a painting itself.
They stood for nothing, except being symbols of her mental and physical survival.
I am writing a poem for her, but she is a song by herself.
Will she kiss me at least in my cheeks; oh no, I am dreaming by myself.
She is calm and gorgeous, both in and out.
She is fiery and artsy, both with her deeds and words.
She is a Poetess, but she is nothing short of a Goddess.
She can also be called as an Angel.
She digests her pain and moves on.
I hope she will take me as well in her mystic and resplendent journey.
Her name denotes a respectful wish.
I bow down to her and cowed in her beauty, her thoughts are the ones which I will eternally relinquish.
© Stellar Ram 2017