Lover Eye Poem by Vignesh Iyer

She stared back,
She stared me equally tensed,
No smile, No frown.
Not knowing what to do?
Am i alive or dead?
She wanted to figure her existence in my stare,
She was there on the audience,
And me the clown of the show trying to fit the case,
The innocence was too much to miss.

Every smile in my face answers all the truth she ever wanted to know,
But this evening was different.
Was she herself?
Did she know that only I can see her and no one else.
Does she realise only her presence can be felt but not seen by the rest,
But she was all my eyes lies.

Bringing back the sweet memories of the old past,
The same passion,
The same kindness.
A past I wished to wash off,
A past that remembered when an emotional apocalypse creates repression in my brains,
I tried to save my fumbling,
But as always end up ruining my character,
Then to distract I shouted loud my verse,
'O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour........'

Naah it couldn’t catch the right pitch,
Nor the feel it should have,
Disappointments,
Distressed,
Again I promised that this was my last attempt to stage.
My passion was her sacrifice.

My mind flew back to the days of her life,
Memory of her presence,
Her love for my act,
Inspiration it all was.
The memory of her act,
The tragedy it all was.
Little I know the anger would kill the angel,
My life was cursed since then.

Now that my work was over,
I came quit the stage,
And thought “No matter what, the show must go on ',
And then went straight to my beloved fiancée.