Why I Sometimes Feel 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 licks. 

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 in 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 nosering 

Dangling in 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 

Then 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 the 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.