I saw her on the metro rail today
Leaning against the seats
In a dreamy stance
Dark thick eyelashes
That drew out jealousy,
That shrouded her kohl lined eyes,
Two dark irises searching for lost meanings
In the greens passing by,
The smile that played just so lightly
On her thin red lips –
What I mistook to be a smirk
The hint of confidence;
And just above the modest neckline
Safe under the dimpled chin,
Nestled a forgotten Adams apple,
The ripe fruit of sin,
Scar of a forgiven crucification,
And yet beneath it
An air of defiance
Worn in the supple folds of her purple sari
And the sure resonance of her anklets.
I watched in awe
As she walked away
Immune to tags
One with life,
A beautiful woman.
Serendipitous Rambling 