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Monday, July 12, 2010

Those eyes

His eyes-
They stared at me.
I shifted my glance
Lest he comes to know.
But his piercing eyes
Penetrated my soul.
Little did I know
How that day
My destiny was shaped.
That stare stayed with me
Long after he was gone.
In my dreams
He still stares at me,
that piercing glance-
his lips curled up.
He asks me, “do you still...?”
How can I tell him now
What I couldn’t that day?
So I bleed, blanketed by sorrow
A victim of my own destiny.

1 comment:

paalok said...

This tells how good a writer you are -- and the blog is looking good!!