Poetry For Her Eyes Novels & Stories

"Hum to fanaa ho gaye Unki aankhen dekhkar ghalib, Na jaane wo aaina kese dekhte honge" (I am annihilated Just by looking at her eyes, I don't know how she sees herself in mirror) - the first shayri (poetry) that came in my mind looking at her beautiful eyes, we talked for sometime. Her voice was so sweet and addictive, we were talking but reyan's eyes were not leaving a girl who was their friend. We bid bye to each other and they left, I saw a bracelet lying beside my feets, I picked it up.

The whole damn three minutes pass so slowly when my eyes stare deep into her blue eyes. If I could write poems, I would have written one for her beautiful eyes. Like really, they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. In this life of twenty seven years, honestly, for the first time I am staring into the most beautiful set of blue stones. They are so deep. Deep like a real sea. Their vibration is powerful like tides in the middle of the oceans. As if screaming something to me. They look so alive. So alive that I feel like my heart is beating once again.

She was so different from the rest of the women he had met. More unique. More compassionate. More passionate about things that affected her and the people around her. His eyes glanced through the poems he had added to his favorites and saw one that reminded him of her in the past and couldn’t but close his eyes and sigh in agony he couldn’t help himself and stretched to take her hand in this. He however knew this poem like the back of his hand. Written by Peter Gizzi, it stunned him each time because it depicted her perfectly. The shine on her buckle took precedence in the sun

“It must be nice being a god. It must be nice deciding who dies. I hate you. I hate all of this. Just kill me already.” “I do whatever I want, feisty.” I finally step closer, and she lifts her head. Her eyes are pale green. Soft and alive. The most alive eyes I have seen in a long time. They remind me of every stubborn thing the earth has managed to grow despite cruelty. She holds my gaze. And for one strange moment, I want to stay here. Just looking at her. Just existing in this pause. Her face is delicate, almost painfully so. Her eyes search mine again.

Sensing something off I raised my large hands to either side of the Shield and pressed slightly, bringing her spinning session to a stop, I felt her body's energy begin to pulse at odd intervals. As she held her head trying to focus or regain her senses I looked up and saw the small circular entrance where the Green Grass grew only to see it set aflame and red fire raged as bright as a Super Nova as it changed to white and blue and back again. She finally focused again so I brought my eyes down to her level without blinking. "Pretty." "..." (that's never happened before) "What do you see?" "Abyssal Blue Eyes... Y?.. They're really pretty!"

"The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The sparkle in your eyes fascinates me. They are hazel. The way your eyes grow big when you don't do anything wrong and be innocent. That's what differentiates you from others. They are beautiful. Your eyes have the power of showing the reflection of the world. I... I feel your eyes are the purest things in this world. They just can't lie. They are like an open book. Anyone can read you through them and that's what makes me afraid. I want to be the only person to read your eyes. I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes.

Her lips moved, and her love spilled into melodies, transforming into a love song… I tried to speak, but words would fall, They couldn’t hold my heart at all. So I just looked and let you see, The love that lives so deep in me. In every glance, a thousand dreams, In every breath, your shadow gleams. What could I say when my eyes said it all? Every tear, every spark — they told it all. No need for words, no need to call, You already knew… my eyes said it all. You read my silence, calm and true,

she says before walking out. I’m not family. Nothing is going on with King and me. Sighing, I walk to the class and sit down. I stop when I see the paper, the sketch, and the poem on it. The sketch is of an eye, with the reflection of a person walking in it. I begin to read the poem. A hundred words Doesn't speak enough A thousands stories Doesn't tell enough A single look, tells so much A lifetime of stories A lifetime of pain Emotions hidden within

When I looked at her eyes I found her beautiful from inside. "For a while I thought I had won a beautiful world. I could see a painful story in her eyes. I felt like I fell in Love with the world through her eyes. Her sparkled eyes told me a story that made my heart weep. The look in her eyes heals me. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and wanted to tell her that she is safe forever. She wears her truth in her eyes". Then suddenly I remembered that we were lying on the ground. And I'm in an imaginary world. I hurriedly got up from her. She stood up and walked towards her room. When she reached her door she turned back and looked at me and then she went inside her room.

Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure. Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.