The woman in the Black Saree

The woman in the black saree;

is strangely unknown to me;

A neighbor of mine;

so calm and kind -

a tranquil and pleasant lady is she;

her rose petaled shaped lips makes me wonder ;

is she Aphrodite, who made me surrender ,

to her beauty filled with serenity? ;

The woman in the black saree;

is as strange as is her saree;

wears nothing but black 

- a stringed back blouse

extending to her hands

tied with lace on either sides,

and a deep U at her back;

revealing her immaculate skin 

exposing her beautifully chiseled scapula

acclimatizing the beauty of that area.

- a jet black chiffon saree

 arranged like a meandering river

turned black;

The woman in black saree;

- whose eccentricity keeps me adhered to her

and thoughtful about her age;

  her hair 

- a color as deep as her apparel is;

the thick mass plaited side wards 

  - falling to her hips ; 

with the loose knot making -

the semi curled curves rest on her wide shoulders; 

her willowy waist  and the navel

 -conspicuous through the saree

which she was never wary of.

The woman in black saree;

for I may think is married;

for the traditional vermilion lies on her forehead;

the color in par with the dominating red hue of her lips

with the rose adding the effect to her signature style;

She walks up to the balcony;

reads a book;

never noticing my pensive look;

my gaze mostly occupied towards the deep rosy lips;

the lower one especially so temping and so thick;

hours and hours go by;

never leaving my state of abeyance ;

apparent that she secedes from mutual company

The woman in black saree 

-the only sentence I use to address her;

as she is anonymous;

for nobody went to her;

for she went to nobody;

some say that she's from another state;

some say that she doesn't like to affiliate;

some say that she is not permitted to go out anywhere;

which is hard for me to assimilate.

The woman in the black saree 

is strangely unknown to me;

a few months later 

- the house's empty;

not a sign of the one who took away my heart along with her;

those unfadable memories which will never blur;

Some say that she left;

Some say that she's dead;

Various unthinkable reasons

- proving her emigration;

The fact which now makes me dread

About losing my own self;

For having never met her;

for which I'm now regretful.