Her Eyes
- Krishna Guttikonda
- Aug 21, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 14, 2024
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.
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If she reads this poem. She will choose to become blind forever.
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