Posted by Nilanjana Biswas on Tuesday August 22, @08:23AM
The enigma called "woman" from a man's perspective. I have tried and may be I have failed miserably.
I remember Her light and quick footsteps, Her shoes, Making a soft staccato As she hurried Down the marble stairs;
Her hair, Midnight blue, alluring, Watered silk Reaching her waist;
Her slender form, Pleasant and yet disturbing; Her gait, Easy but captivating;
Her voice, Soft, melodious, enchanting;
Her laugh, A merry tinkle, Clear and contagious;
Her smile, Lit up her eyes, Absolutely bewitching;
Her eyes, Warm but mysterious, Black pools Of fathomless life;
I can Hear her footfalls Not quite Disguised by the carpet;
The whiff Of her exotic perfume;
As I Turn a corner, I feel Her soulful eyes Staring at me;
Her laugh, Merry yet sad, Echoes, Down the hall;
She has Created a new dimension Between My dreams and reality;
She Haunts me still ’
What stayed with you?
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