I saw her
There at the doorstep
Waiting
Dark kohled eyes,
Draped in nine yards
Tugging loosely around her
That vermillion adorning her face
Those curls fighting to get loose from the braid resting in the bend of her shoulder
Few locks twirled around her neck
Fluttering with morning breeze
Smiling eyes
Waiting
I saw her
There sitting by the window
Tresses forming a halo of dark clouds around her,
Twirled around her nape
Dangling on her cheeks
Kohl smudged eyes waiting
Waiting
I see her always.
Waiting.
