Blue Eyes

Blue Eyes

You have got the blue eyes
I get Lost in .

And there, oh baby,

I can rule the heaven
I can listen to Beethoven
I can win a billionaire lottery
I can write a seductive poetry.

I can paint your portrait
Of that night when you were damn naked.
I can kiss your lips
Of that day when you painted the town red.

I can find the happiness
That even God is jealous of me.
I can sing a song of joy
That the spring is envious of you.

Your eyes are damn so gorgeous
I get lost in.
And find myself.
Even in your eyes
I find myself
And so I get lost
In those pair of beautiful blue eyes.

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Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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