Eyes....

Eyes!
Power of those eyes!
Just a look at me
and I melt
like snow- when kissed by a sunbeam,
ready and willing
as if fulfilling a destiny foretold.

There is a strange joy
in getting annihilated by a power that is bereft of ego-
the brute force of innocence,
that saps away your strength to resist,
freeing you of responsibility of self preservation;
and makes you complicit in planning your own downfall,
to an enemy who lures your soul first,
by disguising as a mirror- truthful and pure,
opening you up,
willingly,
in to a surrender called 'falling in love'-
A stratagem where you willingly share chinks in your walls
and hope that she invades
till you lie in ruins,
grateful for annihilation,
and still longing for one more look from those eyes.....

-Pulastya