I saw her burn in fire.
I saw my dreams turn into ashes.

I wanted to drink away pain, instead it drank me.

My dreams and ambitions were bottled up, so was I.

Her lips,
Red as blood,
Have a hint of mischief.

Her hair,
Dark as a moonless night,
Twirls gently in the proud breeze.

Her cheeks,
Pink as a baby,
Make the mirror jealous.

Her skin,
Smooth as silk,
Is a flawless canvas.

Her eyes,
Blue as an ocean,
Are treasures of her hidden emotions.

Her touch,
Soft as a mother’s,
Can make any pain go away.

Her voice,
Melodious as a nightingale's,
Will drift you into an oblivion.

Her smile,
Sweet as honey,
Could make Mona Lisa shy.

Her gaze,
Steady as an eagle’s,
Is unreadable.  

She,
Bewildering as mother earth,
Is a rainbow of emotions.

Left at the altar of love,
She was damaged beyond repairs.
With unkempt hair,
Melted kohl,
Torn clothes,
Bruised shoulders,
She was waiting for him,
To come ‘n
Offer some explanation.

They said she was beautiful.
For me, she was an angel.
She was divine and pure.
If God was an artist,
She were His masterpiece.
If beauty was in details,
She was perfect.
When smile kissed her beautiful lips
Even roses were shy of their existence.
When she spoke,
Cuckoo would hide in the bushes.
If Leonardo were alive,
She would have been his Mona Lisa.
“Then why did you give up on her?”
I never gave up on her.
I gave up on us.
Because she was too good to be mine.

In the early morning sunlight,
Pearly crystals of heptagonal raindrops
On ***** green grass
Disperse sunlight
Giving it a colourful background.
Cool breeze,
Birds’ chirruping,
Leaves' rustling
Fresh earthy aroma,
Make you forget
The other day’s scorching sun and listless wind.