Posted in Life and After


Across the crowded room

Alive with mirth,
The siren’s song

Drawing him in


A certain death…

Full of foreboding,

Beacons in the rough sea,

Warning him in the dark night

Of the dangers of closing in…

Before he is dashed against the rocks.

Stormy like the sea

Pulling him underwater,

And keeping him a prisoner

For a lifetime…

Eyes that sing to him

Across the crowded room.



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

2 thoughts on “Eyes

    1. Thank you, Yvonne! When we fall in love, in a way we die, because whatever we do, we do it to make our love happy. In hindi, there is an old song, “Ranjha Ranjha karte karte me khud Ranjha hoi” (I said his name so many times, I became him.)


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