#PassingStrangers

In the fleeting corridor of strangers' gazes,
I found a pair of radiant, shining orbs.
Their eyes, luminous presence, drew me in,
A gentle brush of souls, a whispered connection.

In the tunnel of gazes, our eyes merged,
A silent understanding, a heartbeat's pause.
The world outside dissolved, leaving only us,
Oblivious to the rush of the train.

Their eyes, a peaceful refuge,
A secret garden of dreamland, hidden from reality.
We lingered, afraid to break the spell,
Our gazes meeting, parting, and meeting again.

But dreams do end, and reality intrudes,
The train rumbles on, our moment dissolves.
Our connection lost, like a whispered secret,
My heart still searching for that fleeting gaze.


© vishwrites