She & I . . .

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.