The Glances

How do I know the meaning of  those penetrating glances,

Of that expression on your  fair countenance ?

Your freaky ways did something.

But what actually I can only guess.

Was it just a transient attraction?

A wandering of the eyes in uncouth desolation,

A murder of the soul by a luciferian suggestion,

Or something that will come back with  graces?

I looked at you.

Just as did you.

Just so.

Then the lady on the dais cried ho.

We looked towards the dais and the show.

And tried to frame the foregone,

As we did so.

Just so.

Something somewhere cried encore.

But the eyes dared no more.

Just so.

No encore

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About zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

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