The words that left unsaid,
are beautifully expressed through
the eyes downwards.
Some verses are continually
getting painted through the eye lashes,
whereas the untold emotions of heart
divulged out through the stroke of eyeliner.
My life is a canvas where my ear rings
add some vibrant colours to it,
tintinnabulating with the rhythms of my mind,
& red lips stained with the intense passion
speak the rest of the longing for the love,
profound, deep, ambiguous,& exhilarating one;
I forgot about the navy blue kurta,
almost depicting the intriguing persona i behold,
stays silent in the storms that pass by random,
& schelping the silent cyclones which i withhold.