Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Brown Eyes - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that laugh is heading home.
somewhere between the lamp posts she smiles at her secrets.
the halogen light only amplifies the tears.
distant now are her loves.
cradle them like the children she knows, but without hope.
all the reasons were there, its just that no one was listening, no one was there to hear.

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that twinkle with mischief is heading home.
somewhere between the lamp posts she cries.
shallow dregs left for her comfort cling.
softly she touches them with kindness.
its all she has left to give.
she knows mercy, she knows love, she knows her heart.

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that smile when she does is heading home.
somewhere between the lamp posts she is living.
coveting her memories, guarding their passion is an obsession.
living in the past is not.
the space between her worlds is short.
but time is not a concern to the dead.

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that are lost is heading home.
somewhere between the lamp posts she hides.
fate and luck are her mercy, but it is still unacceptable.
choices are what she owns now.
demons lurk in the shadows, beckoning with love.
temptation holds out its hand to steady her.

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that are cold is heading home.
somewhere between the lamp posts she waits for her fairytale.
princes and fair haired maidens get fairer in her darkness.
the beautiful ones laugh at her naiveness.
mocking her hope with a dance.

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that flash with anger is heading home.
subside it did with the passage of time.
a surprise to most.
but not to her.
anger and emotion do not haunt the spirit world.
only the silvery shadows of regret do.

the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes is home.
her soul shone through those eyes.
they said she was beautiful
she was never missed.


Comments about Brown Eyes by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

  • (9/24/2005 9:42:00 PM)


    For her I hold out my hand and becon her to me... come here... let me hold you. This is an outstanding poem thank you for posting it. Rick (Report) Reply

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  • (8/10/2005 11:48:00 AM)


    Adam,

    I am glad you like it.

    Eila
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 8, 2005



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