IS IT THE EYES
One fine evening .in the modest search of the book I stepped into the dull and species library. Books are wider rows are long narrow stands. Standing and examining the aesthetic books and tables were occupied by few people not fewer. I damped into an eye which forthwith caught mine too. I couldn't see the book as those two eyes held right below it and at the right angle to the nose. The only thing I got into is those eyes. It is piercing into my cornea and reached my retina, I could feel it. the glinting eye never winked but it made my iris wink in its magnet. I was strangled by the motionless eyeballs which insanely straight into mine. It is plain but hype in the heart. Why do these signal travel faster to Heart, is it because the heart and brain are in the same place? I couldn't resist so drifted after 5 seconds, longer than the eye contact I make with strangers.
I turned back and walked away. But those piercing stares are on the screen of my brain. It drizzles something. Maybe snow or fear. confused to figure it out. Although my eyes could see other things, the confusion hung. I grabbed a random book and settled down. What was that? A fear that I never looked up to see some eyes to praise, to feel, to roll with eyeballs, to converge in some lens, to move in and out in the iris. It wasn't fear, it reminds me of those
eyes I walked through, I walked past, I walked out...
A day with the glint.
The eye which reminds ...
