Your are eyes are deep,
As a well of death;
The darkness in them somehow
Has enchanted me,
Your smile makes me bewildered;
I fear you,
Yet I adore you.

You have gained control over me,
All of me;
My feelings too are no more mine,
But Yours;
Your tortures are cruel,
However I worship your charm,
I wanna fight your power,
Yet I love your control.

I shun to caress the injustices,
The blames you bestow upon me,
Somehow I feel your hidden care,
In your insecurities;
I hate the anger I see in your eyes for me,
Yet I love to embrace it close to my heart.

Your demeanor so cold,
Chills my heart;
I wanna get away sometimes,
But I can't....never;
I shudder at your hurtful words,
Yet your soothing voice heals my scars.

Your impulsiveness, your madness,
Frightens me to the core,
Still your aura is so pure;
In you I find a euphoria;
I know you are not perfect,
Yet you stole my soul along with my heart.







© Alekshyaa Das