Mood

She’s a whole mood,

Like a cosy blanket on a winter morning shutting off alarm and declaring a nation wide holiday.

And then, like a warm cup of freshly brewed cup of chai just the way you like it.

She’s a whole mood,

Like the cold breeze brushing past you on, leaving you with goosebumps as the sun shines mildly through the clouds.

And then, like a warm hug. The one which feels like home.

She’s a whole mood,

Like the clouds that wander off the bright blue sky on a perfect spring day.

And then, like a poetry written just for you.

She’s a whole mood,

Like the audacious red lipstick amongst the pale pinks, standing out yet carrying a shy smile.

And then, like a lioness devouring every moment as it comes to her.