Eyes that speak in myriad ways,
the eyes that throb with life,
the eyes with depths beyond fathom
Can't look anywhere else but at
them as they blink in symphony.
In the infinitesmal time frame
between a blink I pause
and reflect what tales are they
trying to put across to my
rugged senses that are rankled.
I tried to sneak to that mind
through thine eyes but to no avail.
They seemed to say, try not
to know the depths, for it is beyond
my shallow sensibilities.
But can't take my pale eyes
for a moment even, so that I
don't miss the tales they say
to me, tales that go beyond the
currents that pervade us all the time.
I would make myself believe
that those eyes are open for a sole
reason, a troubled soul's only solace.
I seldom care those eyes around
me who may be like mine.
My watchful eyes would be open
day in and out and remain awestruck
at those depths, and try to remain
in blithe symphony with them
Sights around are not for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eyes say which heart feel......Beautiful poem.....amazingly written....thank you for sharing :)