Your Eyes

I can read and read and still keep on reading all my life,
But I can never hope to even finish reading
What Your eyes say to me.

They start from the littlest of the twinkles
And go all the way, transforming
Into droplets of magic scattered
Like water on windshields, temporarily present.

They can go from arid to moist,
Like rains in the desert,
In a matter of seconds.

But every time Your eyes change their mood,
I begin to read something,
Not about You,
But about me...

I begin to read the love that I hold for you inside me and it reminds me of  every single reason
Of why I love You.

From the mundane to the extraordinary,
Your eyes tell a million tales.

- Vinaykrishnan.