Her Eyes

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.

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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?

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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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Product

This poem is available in paperback & ebook.

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