How those curtains of lashes fall on the theatre,
Bringing forth elegance.
How the folds of skin lay down in grace like a bride at her wedding day.
How kohl impregnates it’s peripheries biding
an inevitable truth.
How glamour streams through the surface, sparkling through splintering walls
and towering debris.
How the potion of fluid piled at its nook, slouches you away,
intoxicates you a little more than a drug does.
How deep you dig yourself into the boundedly unbounded pupil dipped in colours,
painting a world that dwells between your fingers, coils around your toes, sniffs at your chest and resides in your soul.