eyes

clear whites
 caught my eye
before the eyes.
drawn inwards
into their own depths.
the long tresses
fluttered and swayed
letting the pine scented
breeze play
in the light and shade.
the pine blaze
the cones
the rocks
made a heady mix
and spread
leaving questions
                    all over.
little stories,
rarely told,
kept the fire alive
in those eyes.

~trigunesh mukherjee~