Mystic Eyes

I wonder if its your
Mystic eyes or that
Maturity you wear on
Your face. Your
Contrasting black hair or
That beautiful broad smile.
Perhaps its just the
Art in you and your
Hunger for adventure
That enchant me the most.


“I have lost my smile”


I have lost my smile

Have you seen her lately?

She used to adorn my face

But now she is gone, left no trace.

I had been mad at her

She glowed too often

Maybe it was her sense of humor

that I failed to comprehend. 

But she can’t remain mad at me

I’m her only best friend

She knows i have issues

With the world’s erratic trends.

Now, my face is naked

I feel the cold of shame

Well, come back to me

I take all the blame.