"What do you like the most in me?" She asked.

"The depth in your eyes." I replied.

"Depth? What is that" She doubted.

But I am in no mood to answer her as I am busy in staring into her eyes searching myself in her blacks as it is my only favourite place to see me after my mother's lap.

It is some million times I have seen her eyes through these years but freshness never expires in her gaze. Even today even some moments earlier I experienced the new music playing in my background.

In that two black balls I can see a whole globe of fantasy tempting me to jump in. That perfect eye brows which seems to be the borders from where I can leave all the thoughts of this outer world aside and just keep exploring the beauty of her sharp look like an archaeologist left alone in a dark cave. The vast white around that black is not the biological part that connects all the nerves from retina, for me it is a vast sky where I can fly with a plane of emotions. Those bloody eye lids are my enemies, whenever they hide her eyes my heart will skip a beat.

Her innocent looks makes me fall for her for again and again. Her furious gaze warns me that I am doing something inappropriate. Her funny stare makes me more energetic. Her romantic look makes me to do anything for her. Her red eyes scare me a lot than an evil dead series.

If her eyes are in search of me, I feel proud of thyself. If the same ignores me, I feel lost. If they stare into mine, all of a sudden I will be the universal emperor. If she cries for me, I feel complete. If some other factors make her eyes wet, then I am sure they would not be so again for the same reason.

They  teach me, they tell me poems, they make me tense, they get me out of stress, they make fun of me, they scold me bitter, they kiss me sweeter, they hug me tighter, they slap me harder, they scare me most, they keep me strong, they drive me mad, they inspire, they totally invade me.

This pure and unstoppable feelings I go through when I stare into her eyes is the depth I am speaking about. This cannot be experienced in other eyes for this life time, hopefully the next life too.

And yeah you, YES,IT'S YOUR EYES FIRST AND YOU NEXT.

-Santosh Tallapudi