The Sinful Seductress
(New Delhi, India)
I grew up reading poetry of various kinds, by various poets. Lord Byron's "She Walks In Beauty" has captivated me for many years. And I just wished to be able to reflect that elegance in my work. ***
Here goes the poem -
This beautiful dream that you wrap yourself in,
Behind which could be an angel, or the Devil's sin;
I have heard it opens your every door.
But can you even tell, if it's the truth or full of lies, anymore?
Your eyes sparkle like drops of dew,
Like you carry every riddle's clue.
Your lips curved in a serene smile,
Making every soul's day worthwhile.
Your fingers move like a wave's gentle sway,
You glow like a Summer-time sunset of May.
You move with the grace of a bleeding heart,
Your words are a vicious piece of art;
Covered with a shade of a caressing tease,
Subtly, like a gentle Spring breeze.
Your long locks, dancing in captivating delight,
Are as enticing the pale moonlight.
Your aura is cold, like a blanket of snow,
Spread around you, like clouds flow.
If only anyone knew you're hail hidden in haze,
Baffling, clandestine, a mystical maze;
A sinful seductress of a lore, a tale,
A prideful lioness, a delicate veil;
Forged of elegance and finesse combined,
Devious slyness hidden behind.
And this beautiful dream that you wrap yourself in,
Behind which you conceal every blessing and every sin;
I have heard it opens Hell, and Heaven's door.
But can you even tell the difference anymore?