SHE

She is the infinity, 

An ocean of serenity.

Wise at times,
She is the beliefs of hymns.
Sometimes annoying ,
She is the loud echo crying.
Sometimes the beauty,
Graceful smile behind me,
Sometimes the chaos,
Messy room of the house.
Some days the sunrise,
Carefree and joyous,
Sometimes the sunset,
Full of elegance and fuss.
Sometimes a novel,
The intriguing mystery.
Sometimes the story,
Older than the history,
Sometimes the chocolate,
The one you love the most.
At times the moods,
The ones you always roast.
Some days the sea,
Calm silent peace.
Some nights the storm,
Harsh violent freeze.
Sometimes just herself,
Original like the poem,
Sometimes like you,
The thought of many unknown.

....Kruti.....