A Pair of Eyes

Today I saw a pair of eyes, moist with care and kindness

which called me closer to share some tales

We knew we cannot meet, we were there yet apart

Speaking through gestures, with no miscommunication whatsoever

They shared and I heard

I just tilted my head; they just nodded theirs

Today I saw a pair of eyes, welled up with gratitude

Turning to me again, I could see them reminisce

A vague face, some shared laughter or some tiny fingers

Fighting hard to swallow tears, they let out a void which words cannot explain

Today I saw a pair of eyes, full of innocence

Sitting across the fire, they tried to lock one such another pair

With a sip of tea and bite of cookies, they laughed together

may be on each other.. may be on themselves

Book Mark

Flipping through pages of an old book.. My fingers nudged some dessicated petals

Brushing through their veins, I could feel the warmth of your palms

As I sat on the bench at the side wall of the park

That rose- then bright and red-  flew from somewhere onto my book

Raising my eyebrows, I could see you smiling over my head

Keeping on poking my angry face, you just placed it as a bookmark

Saying that each time I turn a page, this would give my heart a spark

Days flew by, so do years..

Today when I am again on that bench, flipping through those pages

I wish to have a rose to fall over from somewhere

picking up which, I could see you poking my angry face

and I could tell you each time I turned a page,

that bookmark did give my heart a spark