Naive -
Her eyes speak every unspoken thought.
You can hear it too. The loud mind -
like that of an over romanticized novella.
Expressions in every curve,
Innocence in every look -
Naiv! You can call her foolish!
She steps out into the virtual reality,
the paradoxical conversations she gushes,
the scribbled scenarios, colorful and dark,
hidden in that tiny booklet in her arm,
the hypothetical Garden of Eden– in her h!
Where she floats amidst fairies on dandelions..
While– she rises on her tiptoes, for she cant fly..
she leans back, cause she knows she cant fall.
and she drapes those eyes, cause they speak to all!
the lean is careful, poised and posed,
but she hopes for someone to catch her,
when she reaches out unsteady opposed.
for when she is blinded, she speaks all the more–
Her flushed cheeks also kissed by winter,
the swirling frills grazing them quivering knees,
loose body, head fallen back, the balanced imbalance
holds the feel of every passing heart beat!
she breathes in her surrounding, every falling petal,
but she cant feel the snow flakes, only the cold.
no pain in holding the tiptoe, what hurts is the wait.
naive, she still hopes..poised she still holds.
niave, the strangest gestures make her smile
naiv! she is brave and bold behol!
