Monday, July 27, 2009

The Infinite Happiness

Kohl lined eyes
While I count the bangles on her wrists
She stares blankly ahead
Across the river, and over me

Crouched lonely
And all I do is stare
At those beautiful eyes
Overlooking me

And I sense a smile
As she recollects the last time
And the time before
She buries her face in her arms

And as she gets up
She shares the smile with me
And her kohl lined eyes
They were made for murdering me