The Chimerical Woman

Wrote this poem at the insistence of a friend. His ideas, his imagination and yet it came out great. Don't be upset to see it Krishanu (Arpan), I'll identify you as the poet.

The words and rhyme was mine though, mind you!!

A sweet little beautiful face,

To her, the worldly norms didn’t matter,

Resplendent, Abundant, and adoringly carved,

Her thoughts were much in scatter,

Fame and allure, could be,

Served to her in a platter,

But she would want to help someone,

Laughter was her Alma matter,

She stood to be a constant,

In the perpetually moving world of mine,

She was the embodiment of inner beauty,

Her sight purely divine

A curve on the right of her lip,

Drew me to her, in fascination,

She had long surpassed the judgment,

Of any lowly pedestrian,

She cared not for what she was called,

They were but temporary names,

In the topsy turvy path of life,

It was only joy, that she wished to tame,

But many years later, when I contemplate,

That face that had blazoned me bright,

It was nothing more,

But a hazy shadow of night,

Fool was I, to even think,

That a woman as perfect could exist,

The only place she could be found,

Was in the canvas of an artist!!

 Concept : Krishanu

 Poem - Swapnil

 By - Swapnil and Krishanu