Your eyes on another face

There you were in my eyes,
When he was lying beside me.

It was as if, I could see your eyes
You were sitting on his face
And he was asking me-
'What are you searching?'

It was loud.
You were loudly sitting there, unmovable,
God like.
Refusing to disappear.

With that hatred planted in your eyes,
Looking deep in me.
Trying to provoke shame.
You were there, shriekeing, yelling- Rebelling.

He could have heard you had he strained his Eyes.
A bit.
He could see you but not hear.
I buried my breathes in his arms...

Sssshhhhh...
Don't shout.
Don't look at me like that.
But your stubborn, red, molesting eyes!

The weight of betrayal is much.
Let me sleep. Let me sleep for a while.