Deciphering the chaos,
the epitome of beauty!
or a perfect embellishment?
again the blossoming,
the serene and inherence,
with a stroke of kajal;
etched beneath her eyes,
appealing a prima dona's attire
inexplicably stodgy though
nevertheless enamoured the insipidness
wiping locks of hair,
as they rambling through the cheeks
while; nonchalantly, stuck on her fingers
with the rings silver lustre,
again, while she is looking at instances,
there a golden watch on her wrist,
bewitching all the way,
while devouring the devine,
the hustle and bustle,
diluted all the histrionic spell-bound,
breaking the monotony of silence,
and as i turned around,
the harmony from her mouth just tuned
and so as the auto,
oh! the chronicles of words
as if like the tender pattering of rain drops
but when i look closely,
the squelchy eyes,
that i discovered apparently,
and then my thoughts turned around,
again the quandary blends,
to the sky of nebulousness
yet to divulge.