The gaze

They stared at me.

I shifted my glance

Lest he comes to know.

But his piercing eyes

Penetrated my soul.

Little did I know

How that day

My destiny was shaped.

That gaze stayed with me

Long after he was gone.

In my dreams

He still stares at me,

That piercing glance-

His lips curled up.

He asks me, “Do you still...?”

How can I tell him now

What I couldn’t that day?

So I bleed, blanketed by sorrow

A victim of my own destiny.