Seven years ago,
I had seen them,
laughing and crying,
Now they're just..
Apathetic and dying;
Oh, Your eyes..
There was more than just sight to them!
Today,
I saw you seeing me,
Sitting across the table,
From the corner of the eyes,
Reading,
understanding,
interpreting, my expressions,
I felt your thorough glance
So deep inside,
My soul shivered,
How dangerously revealing
An eye contact can be,
I realized,
today;
We would've been together,
Had our words not been that violent,
The pain, Certainly,
has made you, silent..
YOU ARE READING
Desultory Thoughts
PoetryThere are times, when you don't feel anything at all and later, feel everything at once. The following unrelated pieces of writing are about that dynamic interval. Whenever I feel like writing, I don't know what format will it be? Will it be a poem...
