Those Eyes

His cabin was few distant than mine.
All I did see his eyes, everyday, gazing,
Sending a chill down my spine.

Some days, I wished to see beyond those penetrating eyes.
But modesty wrapped a shawl.

Finally, I found those eyes in the cafeteria, smiling.
That was the first time I saw him,
Lean frame with a french cut,
complexion of the setting sun.

As I tried to register his presence,
he sauntered towards me.
Gulping my breath, I remained rooted,
Clueless about his intention.
He sat across me, while lighting a cigarette.
From the dense smoke, I saw him,
So close, yet so distant.

Suddenly he said "let's go"...
And I followed him like I was in a trance.
As we climbed our thoughts to the terrace,
The silence between us echoed every second.

We reached where we weren't supposed to.
Time was silent, so were we.

Then he looked at me
And said "your eyes, they speak...we had to meet".
Saying this he came closer,
And whispered "I wish to make love to your eyes,
Quite an engaging story they convey"!