In the Ocean of hs endless Eyes
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| | Oblivion when descended on the dead tress: No whisper No chirrup No bird of autumn Neither ugliness nor beauty If anything the aura stared plain... Happiness neither sadism Nothing save numbness described my heart. Truth or illusion; no mirror can reflect... Neither desire to live nor lobe for death. Plainness and Calmness Numbness and Silence; The descended oblivion, the stoned me... From the fades, emerged deep eyes; Ocean's depth and sea's vastness. A voyage that calls a million years... Closer by bits, the eyes blinked... Artistic lips and carved brows. Heaved the coldness in the breath Broke the numbness; strand by strand... Absolute beauty; he: Touched our skin Cold to warm... Iced fingers in rhythm crossed the magical. Some old sound clicked the air Rhyming sound but long lost: The heart was beating; Yet again... Thus lived I, My two-and-a-half days; When descended the oblivion on the trees. Of oblivion; eternity is abstraction... Love but has a tenure shortest: Behold: As descendence dripped the sigh of vanishment The magical fingers undid mine Warmth fumed and joined the sighs Like the lost shimmer in the blood Bit by bit, strand by strand Numbness rejuvenated. Lips hued and face tinged The eyes but retained the deepest depths... As he became a shade and shadow I still was locked in his eyes Captured I was in his mesmerization I but was preoccupied with some familiarity; Higher and deeper, darker and denser The waves in his eyes reflected Whirlpool A drowning soul made no battle Drowning but in fancy and gaiety The soul seemed familiar The smile known The hair owned The lips spoken; As the eyes retuned to oblivion As the last stroke of hue Was about to vanish in the sigh: I did recognize: It was my soul that was taken In the ocean of his endless eyes. #HeMeantCompleteness |
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Dhaar Mehak(Is a free lance writer and an undergraduate economics student) | |
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