My Fair Lady

Why does she reside in every breath of mine

why she makes my dreams and day;

Why is it that every time

i lurk through the boulevards of melancholy or gay

i find her embezzling my heart away.

When i first met her i sat and reminisced

about all my bed time stories.

Thenceforth i was definite there exists,

not far from my whimsical world,a land of fairies.

It was perhaps one fine October night

that i stumbled across my angel in white.

Her elegance and her grace, her hair falling

on her face, was a phantom of delight

When i saw her charming smile and the glitter

in her face,it reminded me of rivulet flowing

reflecting sun rays in its water

as though beauty born of these murmuring

sounds had outlined the countenance on her face.

Listening to her complacent voice was as gratifying

as is the sound of birds chirping on trees

as palatable as the trees whispering

in silent semblance night along the shores of seas.

The dimples at the corner of her lips,

as she smiles, is my hearts best treasure.

The twinkle in her eyes and mischief on her nose tip

Fills my heart with pleasure.

Her kohl-blackened eyes introduces me to the land of serenity

Often bringing smiles to my face

Drowning me in her reverie

Turning into laughter my every grimace.

The beauty once prophesied by Wordsworth

now turning out to be true:

"a perfect woman nobly planned,

TO warm, to comfort, and command"

Perhaps that explains why this stupid cupid

dawdles around with his quiver, bow and arrows

to lacerate my heart with with her memories

To drive me out of the lanes of sorrows.

I still wallow in the never ending valley

of those nostalgic memories which i spent with you.

When we used to share the nights with

few words, a fight and a giggle or two.

But the Gods of gaiety are not always merciful enough.

The month of May brought her a shadow of sad plight.
Her cheeks turned paler by the break of June
my heart was all worried in that fortnight
I spent long lost hours prowling under the moon.

It seemed as though she was out on an odyssey
of melancholy unknown and unabated.
The tears never assuring to part from those
innocent eyes which once were alluring and

      always are dear to my heart.

I saw baleful clouds surrounding the fine wires of laughter
Songs of yesterday now live in the underground
she would now hesitate to take virtue as her shelter
for she has set melancholy as her background

I have always dreamt of her grace
I want to be drenched in the smile of her face;
I can't put those Tattoos of memories on trial
for she has always made my ordeal worthwhile;

Dear 0 dear! close your ears to the whispers in the dark
cross this mystic river, walk past from the valley of tragedies
put an end to these catastrophic hymns from yesterday
you have starved enough in the unutterable land of miseries

Honey! come with me, take my hand
say good riddance to all your miseries
for i will show you the lanes of Never-land
A place which stops time and sand

There you'll feel the natures soothing balm
After you discover the wheels of this
untrodden busy world to be stagnant and calm

Oh! how could i ever relinquish those
nostalgic memories to oblivion
Despite knowing that your heart rambles
down the territories unknown

When i was lost in this mystic world
you help me reveal the path towards the eternal bliss;
I feel as if being osculated by your inner self
you are the breeze that makes my spirit unfurled

I have never in my life ever felt so cared
Something so precious, a love so rare
as though intoxicated with the exhilaration of her
Making me want to lay my heart bare.

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