Quasar..

Albeit the airplanes have the ear-hitting sounds, impairing the conversations as well the concentration of almost all people, her mere thought inhibits this deafening sound. Days usually go smooth, like the kite gliding high above in the sky just by its wings surrendered to the air. This flight during the day occurs only by the presence of herself by the sight, illuminating her aura into the eyes and helping in the conservation of her image in the brain. Well, she is beautiful, she deserves that word truly and totally, even if it is repeated several times. Kind of circular face with the chin pointing out which complements her beauty, her scared eyes although like a new born baby making you love them instantaneously, with the black kohl on their lashes rooting for the fear to evade and the simple pretty look to dominate, which scatter from her rectangular-ish spectacles. Her black hair which partly remain stray have adapted themselves such as to suit her appropriately, but when she ties them completely, that’s when your jaw drops off, with all the glow reflecting from the eyes while watching her play with her hair as if her fingers mimic the teeth of the comb. Well there’s more to that, with her flicks touching her cheek as if kissing her each time they meet. The problem lies in her smile! Maybe she follows the line, “when you’re good at something, never do it for free”. She’s got a beautiful smile which she always hides behind the curtains of her lips, somehow resisting to smile, and uses this magical wand the least number of times. Her silent smile creates a sweet symphony in the heart with the music flowing from her face, germinating her blossoming smile treasured in the form of a patient attire. Her soft melodic voice which barely touches the highest of the peaks is like the twinkle to the star or like the beat to the heart, summing and complementing all of her character to the wonderful allegory of beauty synthesized from her soul. Well I could write it down and spread it all around but I’d definitely run out of ways to make her see how beautiful she and her circumventing semblance is.

Simplicity is just a word in the English language but she personifies simplicity to the best of the word could get. Envious are the wooden bangles or the bracelet made of beads the size of small berries which get to interweave her hand, adding the tinge of punk to her classical essence. The heart wants what it wants and I can only envy the bangles, the bracelet, the kohl which she wears it like they’re a part of her. She is like the planets revolving around the sun, moving so fast yet can’t feel the motion, her heart filled with all the emotions of joy, enjoyment, happiness, and all the feelings for which she could just lose herself but barely expressing or feeling it. Well my happiness reaches the epitome of it watching her express all of herself and smashing all her fears into smithereens, it’s like her heart glowing in the dark! I can always keep watching her and let her eyes meet mine, because then she’d shy, escape that meeting of the eyes somehow and silently express a broken smile. I could pay to see her smile all day.

It’s like watching the lights go down at the end of the horizon, as she walks away, although seeing her in the night is like watching the constellations all at once. Well I’m always lost being around her like the river to the raindrop. Like the beauty of the Quasar which is inexplicable, she is like the quasar, but surpassing the beauty of the quasar, all of the beauty coming into one place and continuously being emitted from her.

As the days pass by,

I think of you whenever I try.

The rainy clouds in the sky as they hover,

I think of your face which doesn’t need any make up to cover.

Like the sea to the shore,

You engrave my heart to the core.

Beautiful is your smile, there’s no doubt,

Explaining through words I’ll always run out..