Sunday, December 7, 2014

Truant Eyes

Hazel eyes framed, with bright brown locks
Glow as if pearls in sleep-sullen shells
And matched with the radiance of alabaster skin
Startle my long finished brushstrokes in veins
That rivet me at once on my spot.

My truant eyes curl on stripes of her coat
And turn towards buttons full of mesmerised hope
And latch onto that necklace with despairing claws
As a drowner would cling to his straws.

Glimpses in neurons now weave
Valleys and hills full of bloom.

Farewell, my winters of gloom!
Heartstrings in ecstasy now leap,
With lush, little leaves in their loom.

11 comments:

Mary said...

You've painted a beautiful word picture here, Abin! I especially like "Heartstrings in ecstasy now leap, With lush, little leaves in their loom."

humbird said...

Feels like someone found the alluring encounter to spend winter season with...or longer :)

Björn Rudberg said...

Sounds like you have found a love to turn the winter away..

Nataša Dolenc said...

beautiful and optimistic ending!

Donna said...

Love the beginning 'hazel eyes' and the end with heartstring and leaves that loom....

Poet Laundry said...

A lovely close to this piece, Abin.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

My own heart leaps, reading these words. I most love the words Mary quoted. Beautiful, Abin!!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Such a beautiful write Abin!

oldegg said...

Yes those hazel eyes really capture you don't they? What a delightful poem.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

new hopes....beautiful!!

Kathakali Sengupta said...

Such a delicate delight..