Why I Feel Sometimes That

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the lipstick

Lying on your lips,

Every time you move them

I do nothing with them but lick.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the mascara

Bordering around your eyelashes,

With each blinking of yours

I just expand your flashes.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the bangles

Revolving on your slim wrist,

With each tinkle of those

I find the entire world coming to the rest.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the garland

Spun in your long hair,

With each jostle of its bun

I find the universe even fairer.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the nose ring

Dangling on your nose,

With each warm breath

I find you coming to expose.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the earring

Dancing in the lobes,

No sooner do you sway

Than a shy captures doves.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the sweat

On your bare breasts,

With each up and down

I am the joy of crests.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the anklet

Tied around your legs,

Nevertheless, you move them

Even God craves for beg

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the saree

Wrapped around your curvaceous waist,

Whenever you tie and untie it

I get a chance to kiss it moist.

Why I feel sometimes that

I am the bindi

On your forehead,

Each time you face the mirror

I face all over your shade.