Her laughter is like the jubilant chitter,
of a cuckoo bird you’d hear on a cold winter morning.
For she has those starry eyes more splendid than
the first ray of sunshine that makes dewdrops shine like pearls,
For she is someone who does not believe
that everything is either white or black;
she sees colors, colors that people thought ceased to exist.
But more importantly what makes her HER
is that she is the mosaic of subtle insecurities,
for even her chaos is jocular.
She is an unflattering bliss,
she is like this classic symphony
that brings back the remnants of past.
Her thoughts are not mediocre and scripted,
they are wildfire, wildfire that can burn your being
through a simple nonchalant touch.
She is the colors that drench your being in
the pools of tranquility leaving you wanting for more.
And the thing about her is that
she is completely ignorant of everything said above
for she thinks that she’s normal.
But what she doesn’t know is that
she is born out of star-dust interlaced with solace
for she was born so that the world could witness
what the right amount of light looks like
in a room filled of darkness.