THE  ONE

She is the only thing worthwhile in a long time

The girl who reminds of a fairy from a nursery rhyme

Her hair  have the freshness of the heavens after a downpour

Her mysterious lips just leave me hoping for more

She is the only one of her kind I will ever love

With her complexion like a dove

Hitherto, she has remained an enigma

With her knack of giving at the same time ecstasy and agony

What to talk of diamonds and gemstones

When even Aphrodite pales before her

I can only think of one word for her-‘demure’

With face so tranquil and eyes so pure

I carry her in my heart like a talisman

Chanting her name as if she were the last thread to life

There she goes in her stride, without even a backward glance

Not knowing she has just immobilised someone like a fer de lance

I know she has got someone else

But just wait for what the line on my palm tells

I think she might even have some elvish blood

With her aura and fairness separated from the herd

Her voice I have not yet heard

But I know it will be sweeter than of any bird

I want to cherish her as an elixir of life

But even if she would have been any poison, I wouldn’t hold her in less esteem

I just wish her destiny is of Helen of Troy

And mine of Paris who takes her away from her betroth

I know she is on a higher pedestal than me

But doesn’t my love compensates for it with its strength and purity

I look at her with just simple eyes

Which hold no malice and thoughts of illicit ties

Why do I love her so much that it hurts

How can God sit peacefully in Heaven when I am in grief

I know I am no Adonis or Hercules

But   I have a heart of gold which on every moment of hers skips a beat

I wish when I gasp for my last drink, she is the one holding the chalice

Paving the path to the valley where all paths meet

She makes me think of abode of snow

I just wish when I see her, time would go slow

I know I don’t deserve all this, because I am no sage

But its not my fault that the Almighty chose to write her on my every page

Whenever I think of her, the rest of the world goes in oblivion

With her charm so captivating and flawless in perfection

I would fight the world for her mystical smile

Even if there is an indication of her happiness, I would go an extra mile

Why doesn’t my luck smile upon me when she comes before me

Words seem to lose their way from heart to mouth

I know this has become too tiresome, when people have their own troubles to mend

So in the same way it started, lets give this ballad a fitting end

I just hope that someday every moment of hers would be mine

The girl who takes me back to the time of a nursery rhyme

                                                                                                                            -Samarth Sarsar