Ode to Those Eyes

As purposeless as my days are

Next only in hollowness

To some distant shrinking star

Whose solace is but loneliness

I boarded bus like everyday

Got greeted by a harrowed mob

A novice could have been at bay

But dodging was my daily job

Making enough room for feet

For humanhood I heaved my sighs

A day’s fortune seemed so complete

As I stumbled on ‘those eyes’.

With lofted arch in eyebrows both

That parted with a loving kiss

Had pride in them you love or loathe

But never something you could miss.

Those eyes as if were etched on stone

Slit at places God had deemed

Perfection would stay forlorn

If otherwise He intervened.

The black in them of sultry nights

That often kills the vital breath

Resplendent with blinding lights

That augurs well for solemn death.

Transfixed, transported to some place

By the invite in those eyes

An inkling of doubt did surface

As is case with well told lies.

What if it was all my mind

Playing little games to see

The beauty that my eyes could find

Was all the beauty left in me?

In this moment of my bliss

Gods need not have ceased to breathe

The bus in tow gave me a miss

I jumped off it all wise and blithe.