Emerald Eyes Poem by Saroj Padhi

As dawn breaks in your half-open eyes
turned emerald due to lush drink of poison
from bouts of my deep ablution
during ecstatic union of souls' intimate night
that silenced whirlpools of thoughts
about recent incidents of bloodshed and fight
into the abyss of a silent oblivion;
and as I move closer to myself
on the surface of the painted green mirror
to hug some moments of cool reflection
in the depths of a faithful sight,
before the day's race
for pride of place takes us over,
you hold me like an amorphous dream
inside the red buds of your darkening lids
that droop under shimmers a dying twilight
without the power to hold a slice of sun
during Time's hurried, unholy flight;
I retreat to the coves of a lone self
with its lengthening shadow of solitude.