Killers are your eyes,
Whosoever comes to its spell dies,
Whoever comes within the range of its merciful
glance,
Or from whomever you withdraw your stance,
Meet the same fate,
Torturous days and nights.
Your eyes are fire,
They burn alive whosoever comes closer,
Be him your ardent enemy and a competitor,
Or even an innocent, benevolent worshiper.
Can any mortal come safe out of combustion?
God save me, I knowingly venture into this
prohibited region.
Funny are your eyes,
They threaten to withdraw their sight,
From him, who they wait keenly day and
night.
Shut down when they meet their
counterparts,
But gaze at them, when they pull out,
Disloyal at times to tongue, but honest
always with the heart.
Strange are your eyes,
The deeper I dive into those twin oceans,
The remoter the bottom remains,
The more I search particles
of love for me in them,
Like a mirage the truth
slides away from my detection,
Let me sink in them one
day, I will remain ever in my mission.
Eyes are killers?
ReplyDeleteHistory says respected poetess, I only rewrite the truth.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely divine dear boy
ReplyDeleteexpressed longing through a lovers perspective