Her eyes screamed no,donot drink it,as she looked into the eyes of him,
Standing last,as her face paled,watching him gulp it down,till last..
The potion of forgetfulness, deriliously delicious..
Can you not go,he wished to ask..
But one look at them,he hid..
Sometimes choices,we all deserve it,
As the footsteps left,he sat on the branch,playing flute..
In the memory of those innocent hazel eyes,that spoke..
To touch her again,to hear from her,what her eyes hid..
To breath her familiar fragrance,
The one who used to play hide and seek,even in grey .
The one who used to smile hiding behind veil..
What are her dreams..
What are her desires..
That she sees in her hazel eyes..
