Shapes

 

I see you see me

A silly old man

              &

The hollows of the moon.

 

My eyes zoom in

            Shapes  emerge

The rings of a typhoon

Caricature woman, her high bun

odd proportion of her head.

An 80’s man with thick black moustache

Round unshapely eyes.

 

Then only a penumbra remains.

 

I Zoom out

Ur eyes emerge- piecing black eyes

They merge into the browns’ of mine

You hold my space for me

And I am no longer afraid to be seen.

By- Anubha M

P.C- Anubha M