I was thinking what connected me to her,
We didn't meet, we didn't talk, still my heart
was getting the spur.
I was lost, engrossed in my thoughts,
holding my head with folded hands, and my eyes
closed;
No booze, no drugs, yet I was in the world of
doped.
Day dreaming into action, my heart and mind
composing a morceau,
The enlightenment happened, and I realized it was
her eyes' gravitational force.
The endless ocean of emotions lay on her eyes'
other side,
I was already deeply attached to them, deeply tied.
She would speak a thousand words through them,
though trying hard to hide,
Deciphering them all was for me, a moment of
pride.
Big, beautiful and intoxicating were they,
Thinking of them, I could even cuddle with a bale
of hay.
When her eyes connected with mine,
I wished to swim across to the horizon that I saw
in them, as it became my life's goal
line.
My day was made by the twinkle of her eyes,
I'd lie on terrace at night to watch the stars
imitate them, this being my night's price.
Do I miss those eyes? Were they ever real? Did we
ever meet?
Juggling between reality and fiction, I still try
to answer the unanswered on this glorious sheet.
