His eyes so profound,
Impenetrable, yet undeniable,
Those eyes, killing me softly,
Sending whispers to my heart,
Affairs of heart, I assume,
Those eyes, say thousand words,
My soul craves for more,
That look makes me astonished,
In awe, I am
His demeanor leaves me in puzzlement,
Irresistible, he is…
A face so perfectly crafted,
His smile, nicely embedded,
Bringing me to a land of hopes and desires,
As I build my own fairytale,
In a land so deep the fantasy,
Till it remains as itself,
Fairytale, not life,
In my mind, he stands…
In my heart, shall he remain…?
To be remembered, yes…
Not to be possessed, not worth it,
Aforesaid, life isn’t fairytale,
To go forth is to let go the past,
The queerness in me allowed me to get drifted,
Away from the fact, closer to the castle in the sky,
The look, temperamental it is,
Now that I hold firm to my presentiment…
The look......i am impressed. 'He' means alot to you. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
first impression is best impression. look certainly matters and attracts.well penned. posted 10 for you surya