It is in your eyes that I find endearance It is in the fall of your chiffon dupatta. When you dipped it in the sky, You stole it's myriad of stars. In the slenderness of your fingers I find tranquility You paint Durga, but everything about you is Saraswati. You are the Saraswati that never was; Yet you complete Triveni. Such is your grace, it is in the fluttering of your eyelids. I am a man of simplicity. I swoon with every curling of your tresses Jealous of the wind that teases you. I appreciate you from afar, I think that suits me Yet if I were closer to you, I'd breathe your breath I'd eat out of your hands like a bird, I am your bird and It is in you to decide, what you want me to be.