Her Memorable Picture

I saw her picture from 

Grand Mosque in Abudhabi 

In a black Abaya and Hijab

She is not a Muslim,

But she looked like one,

I never saw her that pretty before 

I've been seeing her from her teenage

I couldn't take my eyes off her smile 

She was glowing like gold in black sand

Her eyes sparkled like lights from mist

There was unusual grace and elegance 

I don't have words to narrate her beauty

I just wished to marry her with that smile

A poem based on #writemap word prompt

Image from Unsplash 

Key To Her Heart

 

It wasn't the right key, 

No, the lock has been changed: 

I am no more welcome!

Her heart has a new owner, 

who waited like a wily fox, 

to pounce upon our turmoil. 

The key I had was handed over, 

from another man,

who had a different ideology;

that she couldn't afford to carry,

for an entire life. 

She gave me the key with a caveat: 

that  she is a bird, 

I shall hold her in my hand,

but not catch her like in a cage.

I had told her:

I would love to see her fly high, 

chasing her dreams, 

I will catch her if she falls. 

I realised that she is indeed a bird:

who keep flying and meeting new birds,

spending time and banter at will, 

keeping her options open, if she's impressed.

She's less bothered about the partner;

She only cares about her happiness.

She can't bear any critique:

she need only praises, 

and someone who supports her,

even the wrong moves.  

I have breached that caveat:

She didn't wait for long for another adventure!

A poem based on #FromOneLine wordprompt. Image from Unsplash.