Not Just Another Woman

Her passion is pure yet fierce

Her eyes a blazing oasis of shimmering waters

Through her veins flows the nectar of emboldened resolve

Her mind a whirlwind of chaos, nevertheless a queer tranquil

She has lived blundering her way through the taverns of despair

And now she manoeuvres seamlessly through the dark alleyways of Hell

Her smile is alluring yet maniacal

Vulnerable yet strong, loving yet elusive

She isn't just another woman you can woo with sweet nothings!

She is both calm and storm

Someone who can look past your eyes right into your thoughts

Having spent a lifetime turning wolves into humans,

She is no longer afraid of the Devil himself!

If you strum the chords of your violin,

She will definitely dance to the melody of its tune

Play on and she too will play along

Faster, quicker, all too expeditiously she will match up to every move you make

Luring you into a sense that you are winning the game,

She now knows how to guise her realization under a veil of innocence

Her gullibility you think is your weapon to claim her

And she simply smiles and lets you live on with the myth

Skilfully unweaving the web you think you have trapped her in...

Oh, when will you see the truth?

Sometimes her thoughts are troubled, her conscience questioning

Whether it's right to play along

But then the past pricks her with a reminder

That there's no market for emotions in this cruel cruel world...

She feels, feels your pain and looking into your eyes,

She has a wild hope deep down that you could make amends while there's still time

And yet, the bitter reality stings - you are no better than the others...

You have planned your moves well enough

Only, you never knew she was one step ahead of you, always

Pretending that she was lagging behind

Simply to give you the feel that the ball is in your court!

Though you haven't realised,

Today she isn't the girl you thought you knew so well

I wish you hadn't meddled with her, taking her to be just another woman

Feeding her venom which she willing gulps because poison now stokes her passion

Trying to burn her heart with fictitious promises of love,

You don't know that the fire just tickles her skin

She is broken and yet, the edges are sharp enough

To pierce, maim and cripple you

The game has continued for long enough

And before her final move, while you are all high, blinded by victory,

She raises her glass for a toast

And now you can see a dangerous shadow creeping over her blue iris

And while you are still wondering what it's all about,

Your black king tumbles off the chessboard with a mundane finality

As she announces in a voice of deadly calm,

"Check and mate"!