Quiet observations, unraveling thoughts, & poetry carved from memory.
Written by The One Who Looked. A collection of poems about a love that does not always need a confession—a love that lives in glances held a second too long, in quiet mornings, in almost-touches, and in conversations that ended but somehow never really did.
The Eyes I Keep Returning To
“If heaven ever asked me what I wanted after life, I would not ask for wings, nor eternity, nor a place among the stars. I would ask for her eyes—because what is heaven if those eyes are not there?”
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A Note on The Eyes I Keep Returning To
Some people leave memories behind. Some leave photographs. And then there are those who leave behind a pair of eyes—and somehow, you spend the rest of your life finding your way back to them.
The Eyes I Keep Returning To is a collection of poems about that kind of love. A love that does not always need a confession. A love that lives in glances held a second too long, in quiet mornings, in almost-touches, and in conversations that ended but somehow never really did.
Written in both English and Hindi, the collection shifts between languages the way the heart shifts between thoughts—sometimes needing the softness of Hindi, sometimes the silence of English. Because there are feelings that cannot be translated: only felt, only remembered, only returned to.
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