Those eyes are new
Stormy
I want to see them closely
Watch the reddish brown iris closely
Every time
That smile covers the entire face
Crinkled around eyes
A crunch on nose
As if the hair was grown
To be caressed by breeze
But your hands just do it
More beautifully
You look like someone
Sculpted by god just to let me know
That I do have many things to look on
It was fine till here
But why do my eyes get fixed at you
And why does my heart flutter when you
See me
The magic has begun
Maybe
YOU ARE READING
GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Poetry" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
