Poem: For Kohl's Sake

For the painter,

who created this abstract so aesthetic;

For the musician,

who composed this song so sympathetic;

For the poet,

who penned down this poem so rhyming;

For the illusionist,

whose incantations made it so mesmerizing;

And for the kohl’s sake,

I’ll never let your tears congregate,

into a salty lake. 

For your Eyes,

so affable and yet so enigmatic;

For your Voice,

that I listen to everyday, so acoustic;

For your shoulders,

which divide my burden, so agile;

For your lips,

which smile to make me smile;

And for the Kohl’s sake,

I’ll not let that smile fade,

to silly reasons of heart-break.

For the blues,

that I played in your dearth;

For the disparagement,

which brought me down to earth; 

For the malefaction,

which pricked to make me anaesthetic;

For the lies,

to treasure our bond was so plastic;

And for the kohl’s sake,

I forgive you for being equivocal 

and pretending like a fake. 

For the fairy tales,

that we imagined, so melodramatic;

For the nocturnal talks,

when we shared our notions, so telepathic;

For the embracing hugs,

when you were overjoyed, so euphoric; 

For the hilarious gags,

when we laughed out loud, so sarcastic;

And for the kohl’s sake,

I’d never want to share you

even for the biggest piece of cake,

never for the kohl’s sake.