Her Eyes 1: The World
Kohl dipped, silver lined,
Darker than Ebony’s gaze,
They glitter. Like an immersed galaxy.
A magical, mystic, seductive maze
Widen, pouring out a baby’s innocence,
They charm. Stop every fluttering heart.
Make you want to kiss their dancing glimmer,
And capture that look; and never part.
Blacker than ash-burnt coal,
But holding a story with trillion shades
Tickling soft, like a child’s laughter,
Yet, cutting through you like razor blades
They cry sometimes, in a shrouded mist,
You wish to wipe away the tears,
To show them the love they covet,
And whisper to them that prettiness nears
They brighten, large and curious,
: Silver beads trickling in the falling rain,
Like moonbeams dappled in between cotton clouds,
You watch them, and fall in love all over again.
Her Eyes 2: She:
Kohl burnt, grayed lines
Emptier than a corpse soul,
They hollow out. Like remains of bullet shots.
A weary, distant, lead-like hole
They seem to hold you in them, tight,
But they’ve watched me fall to pieces so,
I shudder to watch the mirror close in,
And crash upon my fears: I need them to let me go
Darker than my secrets untold,
They’ve seen a tempest sea of pain,
Smiling fake shimmers of light
That pierce to heal my heart, in vain
They weep, shriek in agony,
I hate them for seeing my reality mould,
They crave to be loved, in passion true,
Why can’t they, in solitude, unfold?
They widen, large, with fear,
: Thundered weeds trampled in the rain.
Like a colorless hell, amidst a world so bright,
I watch them, and something inside me starts to die again.
