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.