THAT HAZEL PAIR

For ophthalmologists shall say that,

It is only the colour of your iris,

But only a poet shall tell you this:

That Hazel Pair,

Shines brighter than than Sirius,

Brighter than the brightest,

Brightest of all.

That Hazel Pair,
It entices me

To explore the realms of something,

Unknown to most humans.

That Hazel Pair,

It has a sparkle,
It has a twinkle,
It has its own lustre.

That Hazel Pair,

It is a puzzle,
Yet to be explored,
A treasure,yet to be unearthed.

That Hazel Pair,

It has a depth,

That even the most advanced SONAR,

Wouldn't be able to measure.

That Hazel Pair,
It lures me,
Into a dimension,
Unknown to all others.

That Hazel Pair,

It has an aura of anonymity,

A plethora of satisfaction,

Contentment...

That Hazel Pair,

Stands out from all others,
Blue,black,brown,green....
O!what are they but negligible in front of it.

That Hazel Pair,

It has a uniqueness,

It's own identity,
Unlike any other.

That Hazel Pair,
Its mere presence alone,

Pacifies me,
Quenches my thirst.

That Hazel Pair,

It has a voice,

A voice that nobody else can hear,
But only me.

That Hazel Pair,

When it squints,

Its shallowness,

Is what captivates me.

That Hazel Pair,

It is shallow and deep,

Calm and serene,

A recurring scene.

That Hazel Pair,

It's like the Pied Piper,
Musically mesmerising,
Shrewdly scintillating.

That Hazel Pair,

It's so prepossessing,

That it accentuates your beauty,

And sets the starer on fire.

That Hazel Pair,

Has the power to pause,

The whole wide world,

And send it into a trance.

That Hazel Pair,

Against the backdrop of white,
Looks newly polished,
Looks extra bright.

That Hazel Pair,

It's neither very red,

Nor is it very brown,

It's simply hazel,an amalgam of the two.

That Hazel Pair,

It crinkles when you smile,

But when it floods,

Something's sinisterly wrong.

That Hazel Pair,

Its breathtaking beauty,

Provides panacea,

To all the problems.

That Hazel Pair,

Neither has any beginning,
Nor any end,

For it extends from nullity to the infinite space beyond.

That Hazel Pair,

Has around it a thin haze;

A riddle,a complicated maze,

Making it difficult to avert my gaze.

That Hazel Pair,

It's so far,

Yet,I feel that it's so close,

That I'll extend my hand and 

touch it.

But,before I even try
That Hazel Pair

Vanishes,
Dissolves into the night,
Slips through my fingers
And I wake up,
Having a longing...
A desire for
That Hazel Pair,
To visit me again
That very night
And,make my dreams bright.