The glowing eyes
Those glowing eyes still stare at me Hunting and haunting wherever I go On a cursed day they become frozen Forcefully closed by my shaky fingers Years yawned away after her demise Still they linger just like my shadow
Those glowing eyes still stare at me Hunting and haunting wherever I go On a cursed day they become frozen Forcefully closed by my shaky fingers Years yawned away after her demise Still they linger just like my shadow
[image align=”right” img=”http://poeticfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/LOVE.jpg” alt=”Right aligned image” /] An universal feeling yet to be defined An unique binding force with no bounds At once it blooms giving you no alerts! At least a pinch of it found in
[image align=”right” img =”http://poeticfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/first-love.jpg” alt=”first love” /] The blowing wind made it pleasant outside The smell of rain- hit sand screwing my nostrils Though felt like snuggle under the cozy blanket The mellow
[image align=”right” img =”http://poeticfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/wonder.jpg” alt=”wonder” /] Wondering I sat, why my thoughts are wandering to YOU Whoever you are to me, but you make my senses swing Oh! I wish I could be everything you want me to be
[image align=”right” img =”http://poeticfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/GUILT.jpg” alt=”GUILT” /] No one was around, as all slaved by sleep But she was sleepless, steeped in her thoughts No movements outside, not even a murmuring insect But for her sig
[image align=”right” img =”http://poeticfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/dreaming.jpg” alt=”dreaming” /] Slowly slowly sleep slaved my senses As I stretched to sigh away the strenuous day Slowly the breeze swept away my sweat As the sky was all set to stage
[image align=”right” img =”http://poeticfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/SAFE1.gif” alt=”SAFE” /] Heard the wind blowing fierce outside Inhaled to feel whether it carried his smell Could hear the rain drops beating on the roof Listened to its tap-tap, may
Cornered in a crowded city bus, With face so charming yet worried, Her dark eyes placid and painful, She sat there like a frozen statue. Seven years before on a Valentine’s Day, She met a man with sharp brown eyes, Eyes locked and mind intertwined, Days went by, not even a word shared. [&hel
The sun is not bright enough or the moon cool The sky is not blue enough or the clouds dark The thunder is not loud enough or the wind fierce The ocean is not deep enough or the shore vast The flowers are not lovely enough or the leaves green The birds are […]
In no time she coloured her hair With no grey hair left to show up Few minutes in beauty parlour Face glared with no wrinkles Attired in a most modern dress Her each move so enticing She floated through the street Brisk and beaming like a damsel Tickles travelled through her […]