She illuminates the
world with the reflected light of full moon night,
I
am the darkness of a new moon night.
She is the evening of Paris,
I
am the dawn of Banaras.
She has all the colors of the
rainbow in her life,
I have a life full of black color
type.
She is strong as a rock,
I am weak as molten iron.
She only checks,
I always love.
She is euphoric,
I am melancholic.
She has a milky white
complexion that would put Photoshop a shame,
I am covered with few
last ashes of carbon coming out of flame.
She is a river, meandering
in and out of my heart,
I am so deserted that
she never gives a thought.
She is a goddamn goddess
and so hard to describe,
I am way out of her
league.
She is my life,
I am not of her type.
But still “She” &
“I” exist in distorted manner,
Trying to become “We” in
some sorted manner.
