Brown eyes

They were brown, those eyes

old and thoughtless

stark, inviting and isolated

Under the eyelids, were stories

of huts, tulips, bees, fishes and trees

We met outside an ocean

just when the sun was rising

We went inside the water to be left alone

The water drifted us apart, away

All I remember of him, are his eyes

moving away, under the water of the ocean

brown, stark, inviting and isolated

Shringi

April 17, 2012