In Her Eyes

By Dhruva Nandakumar

She spoke through her eyes. I listened through my soul

A maiden draped in velvet light

like floating dreams on a starry night

Deep in her eyes, sojourned a glow

a joy that tore through every woe

Her eyes, lost and moonlight pale

like trees before a hungry gale

The oozing of a filthy lause,

a whisper in the charnel house

Her perishing eyes clad in sable,

like echos of a silent fable

The crimson snow sings her breath

Her eyes play the notes of death

Scarlet eyes and raining flame,

a poison in the depths of fame

She stands, drowning in carmine rain

as a quelling blaze in the icy plain

Taunted by the merciless folk,

the angels fled and demons spoke

As the mirror stripped her vice,

Disgust is all that filled her eyes

The hazel in her satin eyes

that sunshine smile, them dreamy lies

She's like a child in wonderland,

a budding flower in the lifeless sand

All the stars that fill the skies

and all the rubies of the sea

could not, in all of time suffice

for all my warmth is in her eyes.

By Dhruva Nandakumar