When the eyes meet
There is no sound
But only trembling of heart
Along with beating of pulse
That resonates
Resonates subliminally
In frequency where passion
Whirl in eddies
akin to driftwoods
spinning aimlessly
When the eyes meet
There is no sound
But music plays
Music with colors
Palpable and sharp with brightness
Contrasting with monotonous
drab of grey clouds
that tears down
into rain dancing
joyfully
When the eyes meet
There is no sound
But flame is still lit
Which in wind dances
The Dance of tango
To and fro in the dark
With burning anvil
Forging the bond of hope
That grows slowly but steadily.
But when the hope has passed
Flame has died
Music has stopped
And hearth turned cold
The meeting of eye still
brings warmth
giving one more reason to smile.
