One of the sweetest poems I've read about eyes. Written by a friend.
I read, and think, and listen to music,
But I still cannot find the apt metaphor for your eyes.
Would they be a dense, wooden forest?
Rigid, full of wisdom and hiding so many secrets.
Or melted honey?
Tender, sweet, and seductive.
Or maybe faraway planets?
Distant, cold, and unfathomable.
But also cinnamon?
Homely, warm, and welcoming.
No. However badly I would want to write numerous poetries on them,
I am yet to find something remotely comparable.
Because they have opened the doors to a new, unseen world for me,
That feels all of the above at once, still none at all.
So, I avoid looking into them, because when I do
I lose myself, the track of time, the flow of our conversation,
In trying to comprehend them.
And just when I am about to catch myself again,
You smile.
-Kriti Mishra