By Arjun Nambiar
Have so much already to think about,
That finding a gift to give without reason was already in a doubt,
But maybe the recipient herself is a gift,
So lets try creating verses on a graveyard shift
Her curly red ends, like burning flames in a moon’s glow,
Piercing minds and hearts like the Brave Merida’s bow
Once upon a time, you could make out that she’s smart,
All because she had lenses which was state of the art
Like fading stars in the morning light, the lenses went away,
What remained was a woman, well, kind and smart, but still far away
Clearly she loved reading books, because it gives a joy that doesn’t falter,
Maybe it was hope to embark on a magical journey like Harry Potter
She’s dances with elegance, and grooves on Shakira,
Her love for dogs shines brighter than a star, hopefully it's more than her love for Pineapple sheera
She’s a moonchild, with her soul bound to lunar tides, which the heart adores
A nomad of rain soaked roads, forever moving to distant shores
Wish there aren’t days ,where she cries herself to sleep
Wish she could do something about the maze of the her endless thoughts,
Hope she knows, that the real architect is fate, which would eventually reveal life’s mysterious lots