Your Smiles

Your smiles, I could not, could not portray, Had I been an artist I would have, Had I artistic excellence in me I could have. Had I been a photographer, Would have, Would have snapped the photos, But no photographer am I, Nor am I with the camera. Your smiles cutting deep and deep into, Your smiles sweet and cutting, The lines figuring upon as impressions And vanishing, May be it I shall not be able to snap again such a posture. Your smile turning into a sweet memoir, a sweet remembrance And I keep remembering, Your smile a memento of mine To reminisce about, Your smile the smile of my life and keep I smiling. Your smiles balsams blossoming In the courtyard, Your smiles rajanigandha sticks with blooms Under the moonlit nights, Your smiles the things of my admiration. Your smiles turning into the smiles of mine, I smiling, you smiling, We all smiling, I meeting you on the way and you smiling And I too returning smiling about the smile of yours. Your smiles, oh, I could turn them into my art, The lines on the lips And from the lips affecting the heart And the heart feeling happy And I going thinking about the smile of yours.