Blowing curled smoke in the air,
he stood unaffected by her gaze and poise.
She posed for the arch lights,
desired by millions swooning over her curved physique and flawless beauty.
She longed for his sight.
Just one glance, she told herself.
She secretly desired that he makes love once to her naked body.
He walked at leisure pace in the party,
laughing at her admirers shouting her name.
Scorned at how beauty is an illusion and fame is momentary.
Her eyes welled.
Wondering that she has the world at her feet,
but his silence is killing her soul inside.
One cannot have everything in life.
Love is the missing thread in her life.