Treasure Island

Sumeet Mukherjee


The roads are known to me
And the people I’ve known
Their faces I’ve seen before
And the reasons which I own
Walking on this pathway
Every step I’ve seen
Every moment I lived before
Memories are crystal clean

Then she walks across me
Sharing those mystique glances
And I’m lost in those brown eyes
Trying to find the subtle nuances

I’m lost in the reflection of those eyes
Every beat of my heart now defies
Every moment I crave to live more
When I’m lost in the depth of those eyes

The walkways are known to me
The chirping birds I’ve seen before
I’ve counted the trees on the block
And I know there are more
Then why do I stumble
When I see her down the road
Wish I could live in those eyes
Wish I could make it my abode

Whenever she looks at me
I even forget to blink
Thinking I might miss out
To her heart I find the link

I love being lost in those sparkling eyes
In their every depth my destiny lies
I hope nobody finds me ever again
Till I’m lost in the depth of those eyes

- Sumeet Mukherjee

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013
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Dated: 15-July-2013

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