"The beauty
of what makes a woman so phenomenally womanly becomes useless if there is no
one to admire it."
Project…
A hundred men,
May suggest an
encampment,
But it only takes one
woman,
To design a home…
See,
The thing with interior
designers is that,
They smile a lot,
Kinda like Mr. Beaver
in the Colgate TV commercial;
It’s a fully grasped
pattern they’ve mastered,
In their myelin
sheathed head,
Making it even harder
to miss out on a line,
Embossed in the
contours of their sleek face…
With less speed,
And of course,
More grace just like
her name suggests,
She makes spectacular
calculations,
Taking in gently,
A good balance of
probabilities and possibilities,
And after a
comprehensive study,
Lays out awesome plans,
That gradually
culminate into an eye-catching blazon…
From every
introspective gaze,
I’d agree with her
that,
A house is more than
just a structure,
It’s a deep forest of
endless imaginative strolls,
A playground full of
colored swings and slides,
It’s a canvas bearing
numerous inimitable opportunities,
Like a magic wand
hovering idly over a city,
A brush moving under
the grace of her hands,
Paints hopes and
dreams,
Laughter and good
cheers,
Peace and harmony...
Products of a blossomed home.
I kid you not!
She does brew a good
cup of homey bliss,
With passion steaming
heavily from the creativity in her heart,
If only she could
simulate all this movement,
Alongside arrays of
motioned pictures,
You’d get a window into
her soul,
A soul so free –
Without borders,
That no wall..floor,
Nor roofing can accommodate her visceral build,
And there would be no
need of words,
Since words can be translated,
Into different languages’,
Then distorted in
between,
But her soul can only
be styled
Into tons of designs
and shapes,
Variety of hues draping
evenly,
Arresting the excitement of those
of live and breathe art,
Without losing the
original meaning – FREEDOM.
I can zero in with
peripheral audacity,
And strongly suggest
that,
Her view of the world
is more than just 3 dimensions,
Since none of those
elements can fully illustrate,
The scope of her
phenomenal ingenuity.
So if she ever smiles
at you,
And you find yourself lost,
Your face pressed
flushed,
Against her decorative
cast,
Just come up short,
Smile back,
And fall silent,
Remember,
Succumbing to her well
canopied shade is a beautiful thing,
As a matter of fact,
Her specs can coil
unspeakable things in your insides,
Because to be designed,
You must first belong.
