Eyes that are sharp and bright,
like his mind.

Big, clear… pure,
like his soul.

Eyes that are black.
An ensorcelling, sparkling black —
an onyx.

An onyx on a moonless night,
graced by but a few stars,
catches even the faint light
and shines.

An onyx that glistens
even on a dark night;
in the absence of light.
Gleaming – distinct in the dark.

The onyx – it hides in his eyes
restless with verve and ardour.
And then he looks up –
the gleam gushes out
into a million specks –
studding the dark night with stars,
enticing the Moon to peep out,
now vying with his smile
to shine –
more magnificent.

His smile –
unequalled in reach and radiance;
unparalleled in brilliance,
outshines –
in splendour,
strength and vigour –
the Moon,
the epitome of beauty,
goodness, and purity.



  1. Gowri
    12th December 2017 / 1:08 am

    This is beautiful Ria! Keep up the good work ❤

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