Thursday, November 10, 2011

in her eyes

in her eyes
by azly rahman

her eyes
dark like the beautiful silent night
piercing like a whisper of love across the blue horizon
deep like the deepest secrets of the boundlessness  of love
in her eyes
i could see
the sutras and the puranas of yesteryears
of the battles rage within
that hath washed the eros in her
in her still beautiful eyes
i could see
the glow of a million stars
each chanting
the name of the one her eyes
never a second blink
in her eyes
i enter
a window
into her
soul
where two chants
become one
two heartbeats
becomes a
sonnet
we once knew by heart



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