She is trouble…
She walks like she owns the place
She acts faster than she can talk
She brings grace with everything she does
You can’t help but admire more,
once in a while when she is a mess
She would want everything planned
She is someone who gets things done
And while choosing between this and that
She takes more than a billion breaths
In her sky when there is thunder and storm
she smiles and strives to keep it calm
Let out one wrong word you cannot swallow
You can't stop the hurricanes that follow
She is usually surrounded by a few
Beside her, they don't feel blue
Sit with her in silence; you'll feel so right
Like the silver of the sea on a full moon night
She will earn all the money, things, glory
and will want some more
She will find a tree under a starlit sky
and call it home
She is not a wild tree that grows like no other
She is a tree that breathes freedom
She is a tree that sucks sun dry
and a tree that also needs some moon to grow
She brings summer with her presence
She can grow winter in her eyes
Her smiles spring a thousand flowers
and I am the one to fall
I fall through a space which swirls like her mood
Into a place where light is luxury
Where walls resonate only one name
and where water tastes like thirst
Yes, she is trouble
Like all things precious
Like all things rare
Like all things that whisper 'all is fair'
She is trouble
What else could someone like her be!
(Credits: ‘She is trouble’ was a line used by Megha Rao, a writer I follow, in one of her poems. It became like a title to this one.)