Treasure Island

Manak Yadav


When eyes contact


When eyes connect
*****
When we meet, we see into our eyes
When our eyes greet, we see a story
When the story is told, we see us
When I see US, your eyes are yet a mystery, BUT
When you said, ‘I do’
I found me in your eyes, as one.
......
This poem is not yet done..
When i see you..your face shine like a sun...
But when i see you with some other one..
I just get burn..
And my dream plane get crashes...
And burn in to ashes..
And my past get flashes..
Now just..
Close your eyes take out your white dress and am coming on a white horse...ofcourse...to purpose...
For our marriage..
Take out my Lemo from garage..

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013

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