Imaginary poem 2 : Hues

(Upcoming novel)

I walk in the cold room,
All eyes, still on me.
As though I was a Van-Gogh painting.

I look around,
My vision is circles of
Vivid colours.
So many hues around me.

There,
My gaze settles on him -
Like an eagle after, he has
Found it's prey.

I see him,
Those grey mistful eyes looking back
At me, with curiosity mixed with
Cold knives.

Those eyes,
Those charcoal grey eyes that would
Look bright in the sun,
Were staring back at me,
As though it was a competition
And he was adamant on winning.

I flick my gaze back,
Now settling on a forest of eyes.
These were colder than mist boy's.
The way, they were staring at me.
I felt a sudden shudder run through
Me,
My breath hitched in my throat.
Those eyes looked like that of a
Murderer's.
The ones that captivate your attention
& Kill you when, they're done playing
With me.
He had those marionette eyes.
I could sense that reeking aura of
Power, fear, confidence and strength
In them.

The people had now stopped looking.
Their eyes were fixed on the grey -
Eyed boy.
‘Gabriel , stop wasting your time.
She doesn't look worth it’.
‘Yeah, she'll not fit in your world.
Stop’.
I narrow my eyes to follow the Sentences.
My eyes have landed on those mist Eyes again.

That face of his,
That fine-painting face
Was now looking mad.
His hilly eyebrows were now
Frowning.

I studied his face,
Looking out for anything I can catch,
As though, he was a butterfly.
His face was fair,
Dark black hair with a combination of
Grey eyes.
Eyes that would change shades.
Dark - pink himalayan cherry lips.
Athletic build.
Abruptly, my eyes stopped on his
Right hand.
My gaze was like that of a statute now.
I was captured,
That black - gloved hand, now had my
Attention.
I wanted to-

‘...’
My name was called.
I came out of my daze,
The official lady , was now going to
Show me my room.
As I was going,
A pair of Amber Eyes,
Caught my eye.
Those eyes were surreal,
So foreign.
She was now staring at me.
Her blue - mermaid hair all raw.
She looked powerful,
She was one of them.
I wanted to know.

Those amber eyes,
Reminded me of the dark-brown
Eyes, that once were mine.
My eyes ; my gone eyes.
My red volcano.
I missed Ann-

‘be careful.
Block D is not something you wanna
Mess with me.
Be careful of the king.
Don't catch his eye or
Trouble will follow you’.

My head was a glorious mess of
All those hues.
Those eyes, those voices , those grey - forest eyes ,
Those-

I arrange my room,
Time for cello practice.
As I'm playing, those messes
Wouldn't leave my mind.
This piece is-
Thud

Lights go off

Imaginary poem. Based on my upcoming novel ‘hues’, a small preview.

I wrote this while listening to heaven by Julia Micheals.

It's not great, I'll edit it later.
Hope you like it.

-Ridhima Joshi