Grounds Of Your Eyes

By Seethalekshmi Kishore

I wonder, don’t you know for the weak hearted

your sight searching to know about the turbid

ones like me are enough

Don’t you know for the turbid ones like me

a second lingering in the cloudy murk of the smoke

filled grounds of your eyes is enough

these things-strap around my heart like chains

chains, I can no longer process whether ‘tis to hold me up

or ‘tis to weigh me down, anchor me down to deep floors

of the ocean with the tranquil currents living-

because of a thrust - invisible in appearance

ready to be removed of the reigning throne

with your awaited arrival;

due to the sinking of your ship

the one you so proudly hold sway over,

but I sense it

your sway slighting swaying away as your

hands, eyes and you inch towards me

By Seethalekshmi Kishore