Game of Chess: Part III

Game of Chess: Part III
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face

I hear she’s a student of literature
She’s well versed in the verse
She knows Monet and Gough by heart
She says that’s her worst curse

On Friday nights she sings with friends
And opens a rare bottle of Chianti
The whole room perfumes of the red
The parwanaas experience insanity

She’s got that rare looking smile
She never shows you she’s alone
She always gives you that warm look
While she hides behind her mobile phone

The more you see her, the more you say Asrar
In this town she’s the best wine
She’s one of those rare encounters
That makes a circle look like a straight line

-- Somewhere, sometime in England