BLACK FOREST

Aquamarine eyes
Aquiline nose
Eyes one knows
Eyes moribund
Hiroshima eyes
Vibgyor eyes
Brown- black skies
Blasé eyes
Boring eyes
Ignoring eyes
Edible lips
House- counting eyes
Train-spotting eyes
Fine eyes
Feline eyes
Eyes surprised
Eyes of my heart
Eyes of my dreams
Eyes lost
Eyes found
Eyes pained
Eyes profound
Acting eyes
Reflecting eyes
Limousine lashes
Eyes donated
Eyes forsaken
Eyes searching
Eyes wide open
Eyes closed with fear
Eyes swelled with tears
Eyes cried
Eyes died
Eyes cold as cold as ice
And then I see her trying to decide…
Rose her color is. And white
Pretty mouth and green her eyes


It was something in the way she looked at me with her chandelier eyes and her
1. Abrupt smile
2. Automatic blush
3. Subterfuge expression
4. Ali Larter lips (That never fully closed)
5. Palms clasped tight (As though containing secrets of a war)
6. Asymmetrical beauty spots under her lip (That constituted an exclamation mark)
7. And her implausible velvet coat (As if she still carried the last winter in it)


It reminded me of someone
I wanted to touch her
But then, I didn’t want to discover if it was an illusion
And wake up in my bed instead…..


‘Try the Black Forest’, I said
She said, ‘I was thinking Blueberry pies’
You have beautiful eyes
Yeah right, they’re orange


She had a great sense of humor too. Just like….


You’re thinking I’m sexy and funny.
Would you care to join me?
Yes and not because it’ll make the whole seduction part, less repugnant
But because I like the way your eyes look at me
1. Like a Shakespearian tragedy
2. Like a Maupassant melancholy
3. Like bloomless bougainvilleas and parched trees
4. Like leaves floating on a cold February
And when you looked at my face with counterfeit glee
I could hear your heart beating in your eyes on me…..


I remind you of her, don’t I?
Who was she?
1. She was my whole world
2. She was the only one who could’ve saved me
3. She could’ve had anything she wanted
4. She could’ve disproved gravity for all you know


Her eyes were also this green, weren’t they?
Yes. I took one look at you and I was….
Unsure like a tourist crossing a road
And afraid to shut your eyes, thinking this might be a memory


I’m a writer but back in those days,
It didn’t occur to me to write about her.
Because it only occurred to me now,
That those few eventful days that I spent with her,
Were the happiest ones of my life


Can I replay my most favorite memory and live in it forever?


What’s your favorite memory of her?
It’s the one on the 16th floor of a revolving restaurant.
I think it was in Toronto.
There were just the two of us and….


Everything, about that day comes to me, slowly now,
And in impressionist colors-
It was raining.
I can still feel the rain…
It had happened. It was real


Are you still deeply in love with her?
Only that I miss her
And the time we spent together
Is she dead?
No. We drifted apart as her mother didn’t approve of me
You’d not have had that problem with me
I killed my mother.
When she was in labor


I like you
I am besotted with you
You’ve not bullshit me
You’ve not tried to flirt with me like others
You’ve admitted loving another woman
Your honesty makes me feel naked
So, I’ll be honest
I’m scared of this intimacy
I’m scared because I’ve never met anyone so basic
So real
And therefore, by inference,
So unreal


In fact, that’s why I’m talking to you
Otherwise, I’m not terribly gregarious.
You have an enormous vocabulary, by the way. How do you know such words?
This is nothing. You should hear my French-
‘Il faut que je parte aussi’.
Whatever does that mean?


I’ve got to go now. It was awe inspiring, meeting you.
Maybe we should’ve met under other circumstances
I agree
You said you were a writer. Will you write a poem about me?
I already have
Just tell me one thing before I disappear-
What’s your last memory of her?


Last time I saw my baby
She was waving me goodbye
Tear drops formed on her cheeks
Trickled down her eyes….


She turned ten today in USA
She doesn’t live with me anymore
She used to love Black Forest
I bet she still does