Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Mysterious Eyes

Twinkling stars in the darkness,
his eyes are mysterious
Oft they look zestful ,
but sometimes they are serious.

Colour of the matted deserts
display sorrowful constraint ,
where his soul trembles woefully
but mind forgoes restraint.

Offering passion if discovered
through woods and vastness wild ;
these two beautiful passages
conceal a dreaming child.


  1. This one came during my second year of college when I noticed someone with lovely hazel brown eyes during my college festival Reverie and the eyes actually turned out to be a "reverie."

  2. u said it one your comment mam...this poem made me imagine some1 with hazel brown eyes too...and it beautifully tells the fact how eyes have so many feeling hidden in wise old men say...eyes are mirror of the heart..!!!

  3. very right sahil...eyes do give away what you want to hide...

  4. not one of the easiest to understand , but the one who is able to understand will get to know how good and soothing it is !

  5. ...eyes are too good at conveying what's in the mind...but no less in confusing the person who looks into them.
    the poem beautifully shows various shades of the possible feelings/thoughts those mysterious eyes displays

  6. “They are wrong who say that love is blind. On the contrary, nothing - not even the smallest detail - escapes the eyes; one sees everything in the loved one, notices everything; but melts it all into one flame with the great and simple: I love you.”

  7. to be able to express through one's eyes.. to be able to read one's eyes.. to be able to connect just like that.. this one is my personal favorite so far.. ! "...where his soul trembles woefully
    but mind forgoes restraint." !!

  8. Thanks everyone for liking this one so much...

  9. The dream that reflects of innocence
    Of a love of ages past
    Resurrected with the union
    Yet it won’t be the last

    My search is still not over
    And restless still abound
    From meadows to the oceans
    And wastelands of the mounds

    But how I missed the passion
    In the eyes of the dreaming child
    Whose soul whispers so gently
    That I am the one you find

  10. thx sandeep fr this lovely poem in the same meter n rhyme scheme...lovely thought behind it..i'm glad a poet and writer is reading my poetry:))

  11. Neither a poet nor a writer... simply got enveloped in the rhythm of your words... thanks anyway for the nice words.