The Woman In My Car
The Woman In My CarI took a woman in my car.
She had beautiful black hair,
Her lips, the color of red aurora in the night sky
I sat beside Her.
Listened and stole glances
like an Arabian thief in the dark.
And She noticed my fascination.
With an arctic-melting smile, She leaned over
Whispered into my ears -- "I love you."
And we sat listening to the silence
Roughness of the road
Speeding across the open
Hip hop on my lips
Shivers down my spine
She was perfect.
The Kohinoor diamond.
A Masterpiece.
My Mona lisa, My dream.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
8:25 PM
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