MONALISA 

You are the essence Of Renaissance,

A masterpiece of Leonardo da Vinci,
Are you Lisa Gherardini
Sitting there
With your open hair
And folded arms,
With an old world charm?

Or are you a gheisa
Dear Monalisa?
With that charming smile
Soft and radiant with a winning guile,
Of winning over the world,
Leading the men into their dreamworld,
Are you the ultimate enchantress
The clever, bewitching seductress?

At times you appear like Virgin Mary,
At times like a human fairy,
I see you as an epitome of womanhood,
Then I see the child woman, still celebrating childhood,
That lovely smile of yours,
That has been there since years,
Enigmatic,
Yet so static!

Are you for your lover still waiting?
Or are you your child celebrating?
Are you happy in sadness?
Or are you sad in happiness?
Your eyes captivate and capture,
Your smile penetrates through and enraptures,
Is your beloved gone to war?
Or are you some famous star?

I know you are worth a million,
Hearts you have captured a zillion,
Still sitting there as you smile,
What do you think as time wiles?
What was your experience
With so many generations?Oh! how I wish I could know you,

Talk to you, ask questions sitting beside you.

I always dream of knowing you,
Know what you thought as time flew,
Know your story,
Your failures, your moments of glory,
Were you the celebrated Goddess
Of nature, mountains and rivers?
The more I delve deep
I fall into paradoxical sleep.

You remain a mystery woman,
A sweet face humane,

With a special place in history,
With an assortment of stories
Woven around you and your charisma,,
Something to the likes of phantasma,
Your secrets I wish are unraveled ,
Your expressions elucidated and untangled!
May you not just remain another lifeless painting,
But we see a woman with life, pulsating and throbbing.

©Madhumita