Honeycombs in chestnuts oaks
Melting dark and deep
A streak of lightning in mystic skies
An enigma, an urge are those eyes.
Those eyes like limpid water
Crystal clear
Clear with many questions
Unanswered
Igniting and soothing
Solemn and demanding
Rapt, fresh, and chill
Those eyes held so close
To mine
Leave numb and still
Those eyes held so far away
Blaze their path up to me
Thronging crowds
Ticking clocks
My beating heart
My breath alas
None but your eyes piercing down at me
Piercing like the moonlight
Into the dark mysteries of the ocean
Drawing my heart out like the tide
Wild tumult
Raging tempest
Fierce passion
Those eyes have stirred
The ocean asleep
The passion, the puzzle
A different feel
For the first time a heart
And mind ordeal
This enrapture, this different me
Is it love or can it ever be?
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hmm...i guess those are your eyes as seen in the mirror. :P
thanx dude :) I m flattered! :P
Is it love or can it ever be?
noone has answered it and no one can....
Eyes:they speak 1000 words with each blink and when they become clear (crystal clear) with all the unanswered question they glow with celestial light and make all the question irrelevent
Hmmmm very Thoughtful Jaggi... ne prior experience? ;)
nice work. can b better. a mirror reflection of me I guess :)
Yeaaah Rite And I guess some1 loved this poem so much so dat he copied the concept and wrote on eof his own which was obviously a notch lesser than mine :)!! U C original always rox.... :P
anything that makes u happy :)
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