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I was held captive by my blind eyes. I couldn’t see what was right infront of me. Like the purified waters of the mountain-top river, your blue eyes complement the skies and the rivers. Your soft spoken lips melodramatize your words, as though you are in theatrics. Your golden hair like raw honey, seeps dow your beautiful engraved shoulders. Those eyes, those eyes, just those eyes, the eyes that hold some mystique that keeps you away from being vulnerable. You dance in the night skye and I can do nothing but to let my mouth stay agape, holding my breath as though my heart-beat will be like the drums of a sundance ritual, hindering me to hear your heart-beat which is like a rainsong to the gods. You uplift my enduring soul, you hold balance, one that I need. Those beautifully crafted bone cheeks define beauty in ways I couldn’t understand, peaking at the right corners creating the right shades, child of another you just flow and keep me on my toes, you patter never stiffening. You fill me with anticipation like a love song fuelling the body’s engine to romanticize and take off. Yet they will not believe that 70 are the years that you hold now, but still your undying soul is evergreen. Those eyes that lead me to territories of enchantment, just that face, that charismatic unscathed, unscarred face.

(2015)

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