SCHMOOZING WITH THE EYES

I live for keeping the eye contact cos when I did that
I opened room for conversation…
Her dilated pupils concealed in glossy tear made it special
Exceptional things about her came alive
Things she was thinking that she won’t say aloud
I breathed in and exhaled an intent “Hi”
She gave a smile and rolled her corpulent eyes
This blaze of vivacious kept me absorbed in her
For a moment I was lost in the opened window
A window that led to her soul and her thoughts
One that bared a beauty furtively bestowed
inside heavy-lidded eyes
Her iris were black resembling a drop of molten mortar
And that oomph that came with it…
Embodying her dashing mascara to a blitzkrieg
Artistic eye pencil and an exotic shade of eye shadow
accentuated her glinting eyes already squeezing my complement
She narrowed her eyelids making her lips constrict
as if posturing for a peck
Her left hand made a slow swank on her dark curls
pulling them behind her ear as if she hadn’t heard what I’d said
I was nowhere to be found in her stare
I had looked at women, many, and none had this kind of gaze
A gaze she had managed to sustain since our eyes met
Our eyes met…
We were standing at the counter all this while
She had winked, I winked back
I did that because she had cut through my part
Sabered deep to my curiosity through my lit eyes
Her lovely doe-eyes sparkled like broken glass under the sun
They made her audacious
Through her eyes I knew she was a go-getter
She controlled attention with her appealing stern
Then she swallowed her guzzle of wine
Still looking at me as if it hinged on it
Then came the beam, a smirk
charmingly warping her luscious lips into a welcoming arc
accompanied with the dazzle in her eyes
indolently giving me the once-over from the bottom-up
And to all appearances contented with my being there
a racy “Hi” emanated from her mouths
The conversation began
As well as up to now
we still discourse looking into each other’s eyes.

FAIRYTALE STATE OF MIND

She writes poems and  keeps a diary
With her is a list of qualities of her Prince Charming
Does he exist?
So to her it seems...
What if all the guys she curves are the disguise?

Staring at the sky, every other night
Hoping she'd make a wish on a shooting star
Even the silent prayer that she mumbles
All the words in it show the determination she holds
Does God hear her sob?
Everytime she squeezes her fluffy pillow?

All the guys around her look like strangers
Conversations with new people give her jitters
Loner she is due to her incessant dream-life
All she wants is her charming prince to please her
Locked up all day, listening to love songs and poems

The normal world is closed to her
Monologues are the only thing she understands
She enjoys her fantasies more than she would any company
Still she thinks there is a person
One who will be a perfect fit for her

Christmas in and out the wish has been the same
Santa please, get me a Knight in shining armor
Wishing on someone she's never laid an eye on
What if all these came true?
What will all the other 'ordinary guys' do?

The ones who are generalized in all the miserable bits
"All men are the same" that's them on her retorting
Are all the men really the same?
Gentlemen and all shades of chivalry are swept away
That's all she says

Guys no longer bother to engage her in a conversation
Coz if they do that
They are opening a way into fresh condemnation
Some say they suspect her sexual orientation
That doesn't bother her a whiff
As long as she still sunbathes in her royal dreams

THIRST TRAP

She can be up to anything right now
Last time it was the new song
The one with a lovely video
We all agreed it was the best thing in town
New words were made up to describe that
Just to get her laughing on the comment line

Her taste on anything is the definition of class
Everyone wants to be on her side of opinion
All the quirky statements she makes goes
Rarely does she lack something to say "thanks" for
Doesn't she feel suffocated by this attention?

Unnoticed is a vocabulary to her manouvres
I think she is the source of romours
Cos everything she says is believed as the truth
You heard that too?
Where?
From her free air...
Why I'm I not surprised

Glued to her like posters on a street wall
She is a goddess of the online kingdom
So pulled into her realm that he lives on
She is the reason of our mentality of the mob

Today she did it again
This time it's a picture of her on the internet
Lord!
Help a brother not to fall for this anymore
He still clicks on the comment button...

More than enough compliments are streaming
A river would feel jealous if it could see this
He still doesn't know what to say about her photo-tease
Types a few words and then backspace... backspace...
Refreshes the page and escapes

The urge to say something about it still burns
For the bandwagon on her case it's summed up
She is the definition of HOT to them
He can nolonger avoid the desire within him
She starts the "Thank You" "XoXo"  and "Ahem!"
He smiles and touches his bare chin
The thirst trap is indeed working.

LOVE IS RHETORICAL?

Why do we talk a lot about love?
Is it that big a topic that we could dwell on?
Or do you just know a few things about that
That you want to let out and feel done?
Do you feel loved?
Are you in love?
Do you love somebody who does not love you back?
Failing at love... Is that you too?

How often do you think about love?
Do you feel butterflies in your stomach while at it?
Does it make you remember someone?
Take a moment...
Think about love.
About the first time you experienced it
Was your heart racing when you discoverd it?
Did you just slide into it unknowingly?

Where did you find love?
Oh wait...
You haven't found love?
Is it evading you everytime you think you've just grasped it?
"Are you lonely?" Does this question haunt you?
Love songs, do they speak to you?

I wish I was in love...
Yes. I wish.
Everytime I think about it I almost shed it
I haunts me daily
It makes me envy the couples I see
Presumably IN love
It disgusts me because I don't have it
It evades me all the time I search for it

Do I really need love?
Is it what will make happy?
Is it what will make me stop being lonely?
What if it doesn't meet my expectations?
I have expectations for everything...
Who will I hold responsible?
Especially when I find I miscalculated things

I was told you 'experience' love
When you least expect it, that is when it occurs
That day will come. I hope that it will come
As for me in the meantime
Living with this questions on my mind
Is all I will be at
Hopefully...
I will be found by love

Have you been found by love?

THE PRIZE

Restoring my mind to it's initial state?
How do I do that anyway...
How do I get rid of all the things you made me experience
Things I never knew existed
Things like contentment,
Satisfaction and now resentment
Before I knew I could even have a smile all day
Since in my life, I was having what I needed

You changed so fast.
Was it the thrill that came with the relationship
That made you stop it, in the bud you nipped
You transformed your act
Looking away with the eye contact
No longer laughing at the inner jokes we used to share
It was my presence now that you couldn't bare

Dear, I could change for you
What fresh things did you want me to do?
I felt like you got a new man
Just like that you slipped into being a prize
A contest of who will have you last
A tag-of-possession that I was already outdone
I was out of clues, tricks and ideas that are new
The ones that would win you back

If it was to happen this way
I wonder why it took so much time
Slicing through the solid build I'd made in many days
And leaving behind a broken heart- dying
It's true the winner takes it all
You become a prize, I couldn't match up
And now you're gone.