The Eyes – they weave a story beneath,
A story waiting for something to reap,
Looking like some sparkling ocean deep
Hiding dreams of a freedom fleet.
Carrying a calmly velvety feel;
Eyes have tangled tales to reveal.
The first glimpse of love is shone so bright
In the eyes of the innocent, a foggy light
The rage of angers, thundering roars,
Blind out the sight against all odd shores.
Where Emotions find their way to express;
Where the heart depends to depress;
Where the soul finds a suitable mate;
Love at first sight happens at this gate.
Quiet and calm, eyes don’t make noise,
Still speak the truth without raising a voice.
A look into them can make hearts go crazy
A colour of love can make your world go hazy;
Millions of tales, still the eyes never lie,
Countless feelings, still the eyes only shy,
When a peep of intimacy comes their way
Eyes accept them smiling away
Reflecting only a shimmering wave
A look so right, a shine so rare.
Eyes hold a silence, eyes can dare to scare
Eyes save a balance between death and prayers
Eyes express all in words no need to be told.
Eyes carry that depth within, can make the heart get sold.
Courtesy : CONCEALED DESIRES by HELENA WIERZBICKI
The shimmering night had silence to wave...
The shivering waves had thrills to crave...
Those withering clouds had something to say,
Amidst the sky that quietly laid.
In the hope of a bright sunshine someday..
In the blink of an eye that flickering change...
And halting sunlight that shone me a day
Awaiting a sign, you will come back one day.
A confusion still fills my heart so deep
Will you be back is a hope that creeps...
My faiths have proved wrong in the past already gone
I have moved on, but not fully grown from the torn.
From the pain of the feel that killed my life
From the breathless squeal that ruined to strive
And the survivor stands here begging to thrive
As you turn away taking an ignorant dive.
Whether I should wait, is what I want to know.
Whether I should gaze, or whether I should go?
The mind is so practical, the heart, an emotional fool
Still the pacifying mind seems shivering in wool
A thrill so rare, a marching tool
A stimulation in thousand affairs of mules
Queries to launch, increasing thirst...
Compromising life is faded with dust.
Still I stand here, wait for something...
Something which has proved to be next to nothing
A pride of fear I carry in my soul
A celebrating deer, scared of the roar,
Which will come one day to eat me away...
Your lips will open to only ruin my day
Those lips that uttered once, words so pure
Those words I believed were my only cure.
So dependent was I , but not anymore!
So Caring was I, but I am scared to sour;
So selfless was I, but my Love has been sold
To the merchants of the selfish, In the hands offshore.