Running In The Light (Into Your Eyes) Poem by Unwritten Soul
Running In The Light (Into Your Eyes)
Breath of the sun
Delivered to me, in a kiss
Untouchable crystalline bright
Bursting into scattering light
To then touching my eyes
Painting images about life
Illuminate into me
With the array of colors
That own different figures
As i see everything around me
And here the light is...
A road to meet life
Window of my heart
Let the shine illuminates through it
Through this opened eyes,
Run and run to hold my soul
Revealing pain and bliss scattered in me, in me
As much as i have, do i ever know if these are around?
Run and run my soul within the light
Through window of my heart
To the passage of life
In others eyes
My soul traveling
Seconds while blinking
Stepped into another door
Through the Iris ring who stares
Lead me a way of an old man story
And I wandering via light entering in
Another world i went, different than mine
Sephia colored world all the way
Along my way, all the way
Lamenting the past time
Regretting that never be fixed
Lesson and note were everywhere
Wished if second he never be wasted
In his smile, my beautiful visit
Living in memories, here they still green
As i walked inside, via the light
I learned through his eyes
With tears i flow out
While he stand still
Stare another eyes
Another door, another eyes
Under those eyelashes
Center to younger eyes
Light sending me in another ride
From him i dive into her sight
The woman who the old man met in eyes
Now i living in her eyes to see her life
Where the script of the story
Again changed
I went in with another colors
Where the images painted in lovely and fine
Halfway was beautiful before continued with the dark lines
Deeper to her heart i moved inside for the reason
A single mother that hiding her worry days from children
Torn images in between a rising hope for them
For surviving days in harder way to move on
I know where she put the money
Because in her eyes, i am now
Witnessing amount of it to the foreign hands
And i know what is in her mind
Because her thought played inside
Will it be enough to eat? i read her mind
Her eyes moved to the eyes, the owner of the house
As the rent exchanged to hand
Moved into another man
Again the light sending me new place
Into this guy's eyes
Another door, a story of another life
For me to understand
His fierce eyes not mean in heart
Reside with his sight i watched like what he saw from his eyes
As sunset lost it shine till rise from the east
Though wealth ease the way to breathe
Still hard times cant be runaway
For him
Test comes in another way
Money cant buy trust in wealthy life
And time lost like a short wind,
Just to fill the pocket
Remind me once
What in old man eyes shared
Found the same road he was yesterday
At the same house of the single mother of three children
I bear that he brought the food for those little ones
In his eyes i see what he seeing now and i pray
Oh God bless this man, his heart
Where finally he let his life a meaning
As much as he find joy in the smallest child
Innocent eyes always captivating
Final visit on this little, light tells me
So much better, I do find a way so beautiful
Where life feel no pain just wonderful
Carefree like no sadness really exist
And believe in love always be loved
To each other, in every life
How long we lost this feel
Innocence to return
Return to me
My soul back again
After the eyes sending light on me
Come with thousands stories of people
Through their eyes, their opened windows
Where i watched life, i feel pain, diverse stories
If i hurting now, will i feel alone in this hardness
If i am in the joy should i ignore who beside me
Hidden in eyes, covering secret in life daily
In them, In you, and in me too
Everybody hurt, with loves
We care and each other we be well
let me tell the concept
1 stanza
about the source of light,
and light is symbolism of the vision
where images is coming with its presence
2nd
my soul riding the light out from my vision through my eyes
and it meet another eye and then go inside it
3rdnd
and now i see the vision of an old man, as i am living in the light i use his eyes to see and here i spend time understanding his life
thinking about time, later i tell that this old man looked at a woman
4th
and i moving from his eyes to be in that woman eyes and again i having view from that woman, using her eyes, i see what she sees and her stories in details then she later then stare on the man who is the owner when she paid the rental
5th
and their eyes meet once again and i moved from her eyes to reside in that man eyes and having his vision and from his vision
6th
i jumped into a child eyes telling how long we left the innocent view that we have before
7th
i returned to my own eyes
in other words,
its like light bouncing from people to people and i riding it and having their views and life their story, through their eyes i view life the way they view it accordingly to their current life
I guess this poem is not really sounded like poem you would expect
especially the way i narrated (boring maybe) , and how long it was written here..really long but loved to share the idea, imagine that if we can travel via light (by the light we can see many things) as if we can share the light and observe what other people do, our soul get a chance to move when our eyes meet another eyes, to see in their view, understand their life story and gain another great story and lesson to be taken and to learn. because different people has different path of living, hardness and sweetness to be followed
and at the end we will find lot of things that we feel thankful
and not to down, because we are not alone in any test given..
even maybe we are more fortunate than many...be thankful
and in this moment its good for us to share our fortune
because at the end what we have is meaning of life, love and content life..so i started the poem with an old man (time theme) and moved to another gender conflict, a woman who lost her husband and then created a story about a man who is rich (trust and value of life theme) and to a lil child (to ask where is our innocence gone)
.The story is only a fiction nothing real hahahaha
..Life so short and we make it beautiful as we can, with what
is given to us now and then...
p/s: Gulsher John, my first language didnt sound like this, it just my soul language hahahha_Soul
just recommenting as i read it for the second time with the descriptions you added i understand it better. we see the world as we are not as it is.so going inside someone eyes may help us to see world how it is. felicitous~nb
Any perceptive mind can feel the light.You portrayed the light with an ease which will help to deliver it to every door of heart.Nice Soul_
If a blind man searching for black cat lie in a dark room in the midnight hours.........? will he get it? (Kidding) Dear soul, let poem explains itself.....so much clarification and explanation spoil the taste and beauty of the poem.. Indeed its your soul's language but again i would say let it verse accordingly, Your zeal passion and craze for poetry is beyond doubts.....but sometimes WE all should avoid the sesquipedalian Adjectives....... hope u will agree with me.. It's not an easy job to write with such diversity.....well done
in my tenth standard, once my teacher asked me about the existance of god, if i would have this poem that day then, certainly he would agree a great(and may be more than that) poem, loving each and every line, they are soothing my eyes as the raindrops on the thirsty leaves and giving me that much inspiration as my own soul is reading the lines, the explanation is beyond praise and this type of poems are written once in a few years, quite confident...
It is a great philosophical poem with impressive expression. Eyes are the doors of the soul. It may be cited....Through this opened eyes, Run and run to hold my soul Revealing pain and bliss scattered in me, in me..... Beautifully penned.10
Wow, Soul. This is an ode to the foundation of innocence. I get strong images of a return to a state of innocence. There is a quality to the poem, a certain element of a return to the wisdom of the first stanza after ending on the last word. There is an urge to start reading all over again. A magnificent work, Soul.
I see your light is shining brightly and blinding even the most light of the World too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:56:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wao what a fabulous masterpiece u have narrated here, many lines, i want to read it again & again.. clapping, standing ovation, hats off, thumbs up, these all expressions seem to be little in front of ur poem...great