Eyes of love.

Sometimes he feels wrapped in white pearls

Hypnotizing me with the power of eyes of love

Golden trophy burning bright inside his chest

Flickers like orange sun behind, in the deep sea

I run after it, It goes away like a mirage in dust

His lips invite sin he is the embodiment of lust

Among the beauties like proud Raja Indar like a

Glass of wine! It looks like a sack that encloses 

With a drawstring washed in milk floating in water

I am an idol breaker though and he is an idolater

I break my own masterpiece creations once they

Are made by the hands of my mind's imagination