Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Eye Spies.

The dark eyes that mesmerized
The Urdu like speech
The voice that was akin to that of the cuckoo birds
The hair that reminded you of captured nights
The tresses so alluring, you were afraid to let go
The lips; the kind that would take not being kissed personally
The dark eyes that mesmerized
The gorgeous eyes that intoxicated
The beauty that poems are made of
The beauty that's always held captive in the sonnets of love.

How come you saw just the intoxication in her eyes and not the sky?