She grabbed the sky meticulously
And wrapped herself with it.
Perhaps that's why the sky looked dull:
Grey and gloomy without its blues.
She walks by, magically erasing our blues;
Along with the skies and the water
Her attire was a splotch of ink:
It saturated to an intoxicating hue of itself.
Zareed with black; the weight of the universe.
The clacking of her steadfast heels
turn heads, stirs warmth and ceases thoughts
The sound stopping only when she arrives
Eyes see a beauty beheld; within and outside.
Those innocent yet not innocent eyes
They stride with such confidence
The comfort of the familiarity
Familiar faces and familiar places
Her world a compact one;
Filled with her loved ones and
those who love her.
After Striking a smile that cures
To all these unfortunate souls
Who need a friend but all they think of
Is how they deserve a full stop; The end.
She goes back home after hours of frolic
To be greeted by her greatest assets
One who stays silent
And the other who makes up
For the silent one.
