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.