The dance of eyes
The soul of lies
Prancing like the winds,
The fear of the shy
The hesitation to speak
Enhancing the sound of heart.

It's not shyness
It's a game
A game of two
A game of love
A game of heartbeats
A game which is tough.

You call your opponent
A crush
Because your heart crushes
As it fears if your crush is even a part of it
But then it blushes
When you know
That he is the one and only part
Your heart shares
With his soft stares.

The dancing eyes
Look here and there
And in the crowd
Peek at each other like a thief
Stealing another glance
Just one last time
That one last time which stays forever.

We share a glance
And then look away
But this is the chance
When we talk and sway
But shyness always comes in our way.

At last
For the last time
We share our soft stares
We look into each other's eyes
We delve into each other's minds
But then again shyness comes in our way
And we move on our own pathways

Forever unknown to one another
But forever knowing about the secrets stares we shared.

The answer by my lips-


Yes, I am

Don't you think so?

Don't you see me smiling?

Don't you see my eyes crinkle?

Don't you notice my lips and heart reconciling,

Finally merely coordinating with one another?



I am laughing so much!

What a stupid question!

How can I not be happy?

Have you ever seen me cry?

I am not insinuating you

Into believing me

These tears are rolling down

Just because something went in my eye

Don't worry,

I am not going to let you drown

In this pool of tears.



I am laughing

Because I am crying

I am crying because

I am laughing.



Oh, I sound crazy right now?

It's not unusual

I am like that.

Paper faces on display behind their
crumbling, flaking paper masks.
Bodies carved from fragile glass
about to shatter as they dip and dance.
Longing for a false romance
to warm and burn their paper hearts.
Kisses underneath the stars;
the fraying smoke from their cigars.