That Missing Silhouette of Desire

She waits for me near the juice stand
She smiles at me, praises me every time
She mutely walks beside me
Holding my not-so soft arms


She loves Pizza, she adores the rain
She is like the mocking bird – carefree
She winks at me, talks about beauty and personal care
Her silent prayers never abandon me.


She loves the mountains and the valleys
She often tells about running away from the urban chaos
She craves to mingle with that benevolent hilly air
She too love the maples and those white lilies




She loves shopping - especially those kurtis
She loves to buy me new tees
She waits for me always near the juice stand
She mutely walks beside me
Holding my not-so soft arms


She calls me everyday, every night
She becomes timid if my phone stays busy
She loves my weird voice
She never cribs; she never tries to manipulate me


She loves the careless breeze,
She loves fried corns.
She no more waits for me near the juice stand
She mutely vanishes from my kingdom
Like a fiction without a valid ending…