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Her Eyes

Updated: Feb 4

We all have the hearth within us but often lack the flint to ignite it. With a spark, the stimulus to fulfil any purpose in life is unparalleled, especially with such a scorching blaze within.


“Her Eyes” by Krishna Guttikonda narrates the emotion of a romantic, recounting how the spark in his life is her eyes & how they inspire him in uncountable ways to keep going.

 
Cover Photo by Ravindra Patoju

Her eyes


Her eyes

are horizontal raindrops

Her eyes

look at me like her heart pops

Her eyes

take me beyond the horizon


I wonder if her eyes

were pieces from a lasso

Is she one among the amazon?


Like a heat wave,

they scorch me every second


Like a blue flame

they ignite me from within


Like a forest fire

they cover my world with her intoxicating smog


They leave me breathless yet passionate about her.


Isn’t she the flint that transforms me into firestone?

 

Credits

This contribution is reviewed by Edlyn D’souza, proofread by Sreekar Ayyagari, photographed by Ravindra Patoju, & acted by Madhuri Parupudi.

 

Product

This poem is available in paperback & ebook.




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Guest
Aug 23, 2022

If she reads this poem. She will choose to become blind forever.

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Dec 12, 2023
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Used references of Wonder Woman here, so may be why you couldn’t get it.

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Aug 21, 2022

Is this a parody of any poem or is this the original normal poem?

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Dec 12, 2023
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Thankyou for the comment.

Will try to make it more simpler next time, so that everyone could understand.

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