Yellow and Blue

The Yellow of Your Eyes

Photo by Sharmila Ravindranathan

Somehow, I thought your yellow eyes were sincere.

Just like a sunflower moving, rotating with the sun. I was your sun. But instead you just wanted me to be your sin. 

How disappointing for me 

it is to find that your yellow eyes were not

Love makes us wear rose-tinted glasses, doesn't it? But for how long? 

You held me so closely and no, our story was not different 

Even though we had so much in common and I thought for a moment that our destiny had been closely mapped by the stars, we were just 

The stars were there watching us with a full-moon 

I think even the ocean was a witness 

But I don't want to describe what was among us

The past is the past

The yellow of your eyes remains

Touched by a bee in a rainy day

Like if roots could 

I bite my nails alone and soaked from the rain - I cough the desperation of pores that breathe passion

And yet, my evenings are less 

I tip toe around the house, I don't want my deceased mother to wake up

And I remember, your hands were big

strong hands and my life becomes a blur

I become the bee, drowning in the yellow of your eyes

Awaiting for the love you can't 

Holding an empty next 

With shattered pieces of blue 

Left by you