Watercolor eyes

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Oh! Here it is, again,
Left me with hope and in vain.
To say that all is well, 
I still remember those eyes and the smell.

Oh! Here it is, again,
Left me with hope and in vain.
To say that it was a one-time thing, 
Like lemon and blood, your love sting.

Oh dear! I found myself thinking,
How would it feel to stop sinking,
Into the memories and the long wait,
Didn't expect this to be my fate.

Now that it is here again, 
Full of hope, love and pain.
The tears are not just salty water,
But echoes of dreams left to falter.

Dreams like sipping coffee beside you,
All along I didn't have a clue, 
That it's not always what it seems, 
To be with you was all in my dreams.
 
Perhaps, one day I'll find the key,
Where you and I, both, will agree.
That my heart is where your heart lies,
Yet you left me with watercolor eyes.

- Taruna Ghera.

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