My eyes hopes to find yours.
It gazes at your eyes,
With its fingers crossed,
Praying for, at least, a glimpse at it.
But your eyes are, mostly, busy with something else.
Miracles do happen once in a while,
When your eyes catches mine red handed,
In the act of looking at you.
My vision loses focus.
Your eyes gets me lost in my mind,
It may be a brief five second stare at each other.
But that very moment, I’m floating in air like a bubble,
That moment gives me the joy like I discovered fire.
But the bubble does pop at some point of time,
When your eyes gives me the ghastly stare,
It vacuums my mind and chokes it for air.
My mind starts flowing with a river of thoughts,
To figure out what went wrong.
So I start swimming upstream to find my mistake.
Before which you ignite your charcoal eyes with anger,
Which makes my eyes perspire.

-Santhosh (TechNo)