Such fun to realise that my own college junior Kavya Sharma runs te Verse of Silence journal! Anyway, they had a contest Poetry in pamphlets, and my poem 'Eye to Eye' was adjudged among the top 25 entries.
I love this poem. Do read. :-)
Eye to Eye
His eyes have the depth of
salt watered oceans
And the clear reflection of
water mirroring the transience
Of emotion and sky.
As soft as flower petals,
as kind
as spring rain
His eyes touch mine gently,
not judgingly, accusingly, angrily,
disgustingly
They do not shriek at me,
or growl at me, as so many others do
They look at me curiously,
as if I am a mystery they want to solve
Sometimes they look at me
seriously, as if I am a truant schoolboy
Sometimes these eyes
reflect humiliation, shame, embarrassment, pain
They look down in
repentance , reluctant to look me in the eye,
apologetic for my offence
remorseful for my
transgression
At times they brush off my
guilt, my hesitation
Matter of factly, down to
earth
Saving me the awkward
penitence.
Our eyes have also shared a
mutual agreement, unspoken, eye to eye
His eyes flit in alarm from
me to you
As if looking left and
right to cross the road
Apprehensive of the
collision of our traffic vehicles
More agitated than our own
eyes which wear coloured glasses of stoicism
He and I do not speak to
each other. We do not look.
We only glimpse and glance,
strangely mutual
Continually in a game of
hide and seek
Like February wind, and
February sun
He peeked into my Orkut
profile after I peeked in his.
Unknown, unimagined by
anyone except us,
bound by a strange love,
shared yet completely different
I have seen him at times
and have chosen to keep myself unseen
I respect these eyes.
Honour these eyes.
Deeply glad and grateful
for such eyes.
I cannot be jealous or
ill-willed
More so, because they speak
a language, different
From those other demeaning,
scathing eyes
Perhaps, that is why,
They mean so much to me.
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