Simplicity remains her name …

So myself never left in no vain..
It was so soulful, so graceful, So She shaped my memory so to gain…
I can ever remember her, whenever I feel to start scribbling
She remained originally herself … my unheard melody
To all my scribbling… she dwells my only true fair lady;
She never kissed me with a gift so called earthly love
Her eyelids never been my nightmare,
Blossom of her eyes ever remains my elixir;
That simplicity ever remains her name
So remains… She forever remains my unlearnt poetry‟s dame
To her, I ever surrender myself to her benevolence
She‟s gifted and blessed with such shrewd innocence;
A blissful melancholy was her smile … that was given to my life…
There‟s always remains a sweet silence of music that tunes my solitude,
Whenever my pen scribbles and pebbles my word in multitude;
There only in her soul, I see a something… so called something holy
What my theists and tantric priests were preaching me….for years?
With such lawful holy vain, they cheat people in name of flawed mercy
They are still stealing the time and money of many innocent tears?
She was so simple human blessed and dressed with simplicity
She never bleached herself in gold, so simple was her lips painted in humility;
So simple was simplicity that coined her browned cheeks…
So spectacular was her iris...
Everything in that blackened eyes remained so simple… so in bliss ..
That ever bricks that eye‟s temple…?
It was more decorated with simplicity…
So simple..So in richness.. Her lips scented with such human compassion
For all, her elegance remains been my passion…
For all, she remains my portrait whenever I start scribbling…
There glitters something in me, in a name of something called poetry
Still, I‟m searching for words, to describe her mystery.