Angel Eyes Poem by Arun Achudh

Angel Eyes


From the heart without a home, walking on the streets of snow,
With a picture and a passage on hold; it wanders all around;
No one to listen to the pain of its cry;
Neither ready to give it a rest for the night.
It cries in crisis for all the way it has come,
Will a single ear sneak to hear what it pronounce?



In pursuit of a light which of course is its life,
Still in snow; flees the memories of wat the light is.
At star it asks if it had seen some1 brighter than it,
It grew angrily and lessened and dimmed;
Snow appeared from dark to white, as the nearest star arrived,
The search goes on for the light purest than the dew of morning light.



Will there be a spring for the heart? Or will it remain dark?
For it dreams of the day when birds sing, the day when nature smiles,
The day when the cold breeze sees, tat the spring of heart s jus in reach;
The day in which has no more nights; the day when it never cries;
The day for which it always breathes; the day on its arrival it ll never breathe;
The day for which it still awaits;
Its the day when it sees its angel’s eyes..!


-Arun.P