Eyes 

There is a vague voice, that crashes into me from no-where,
A lament, arising from the lost languish in your love stare,

There is a silent child, who weeps all through the night,
There is a turbulent tear, that blinds your seeking sight,

There is a raving maniac, that breeds within me,
The animal within me is reaching out for you, can’t you see

There’s my listless life, as blank as a white lie,
My end lies in the entirety of your evangelic eye(s).

January 1996 - Amitabh Iyer