Celestial Chaos

By Yeshaswini Srihari

She was hell

And I say this only because

She was a combination of too many things 

Beautiful 

Her lips were dripping cosmos 

An electric purple lipstick 

That could've housed the stars 

Slowly parting to give way 

To a black hole of sorts 

Swallowing so much 

The courage 

The words 

The pride 

And on her eyelids 

Froze the stars 

Small sparkling bits of dust 

Spread across her sky-like skin

The perfect canvas 

The battering of her eyelashes 

Like clouds covering the sun making room for

Just enough light

Drips of golden mascara 

Tumbling on to her cheeks 

While she blushes,

Not in shades of red and pink 

But like bruised blue and royal purple 

Tainted upon her sky-like skin

She has been beaten

Outside and within 

And then there are those craters 

Moon like, on the canvas she is

Marks of beauty, some may say gone wrong 

But those darker patches once bled 

Of moon dust and lust 

And she is chaos. 

A wreck with beauty in her every corner

In her every curve 

And her existence is celestial

Such a work of art 

Created with so much love and pain

And then...

After all this chaos takes your breath away

Then is when you look into her eyes 

The house of comets

Like a wildfire spread across the sky

A tail of red following suit 

filled with this strong desire 

To break free, 

To soar in the skies 

That I see upon her skin 

She doesn't know the truth 

But the celestial bodies are within

By Yeshaswini Srihari