Like the Tempting and Detached Seductress…

She’s like a blend of salsa, schezwan and something sweet,

Like hot Jalebi- sweet and crispy.

Mellow and Puerile,

Enchanting and unattainable,

Yet, closest to you. 

She’s a word and She’s a story.

She speaks at the speed of a plane, taking off,

And still is,

As silent and calm as the lover,

who lies motionless in the arms of his beloved.

She is unbounded 

Though a limited edition.

She’s the inspiration to all melancholics.

Like the tempting and detached seductress,

No less than the Goddess of Reconnaissance.

She’s the proper ‘lime of the light’,

The ‘master of her mind’

As genuine as you were with your first love.

Prompt and unfiltered.

She’s the crescendo to a cacophony,

The rhythm to a ruckus.

She is the chills in a horror movie,

and the warmth of your favorite novel,

on a rainy day.

She is the cosmos that consumes everything.

Like the knight in shining armor, 

with her heart on her sleeves.

She’s the magic to misery,

the mess to method.

She is the alpha, the ecstasy,

The idea, the phenomenon

The ubiquitous. 

She is you.