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.
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.
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."
ReplyDeleteu 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 them...like wise old men say...eyes are mirror of the heart..!!!
ReplyDeletevery right sahil...eyes do give away what you want to hide...
ReplyDeletenot one of the easiest to understand , but the one who is able to understand will get to know how good and soothing it is !
ReplyDelete...eyes are too good at conveying what's in the mind...but no less in confusing the person who looks into them.
ReplyDeletethe poem beautifully shows various shades of the possible feelings/thoughts those mysterious eyes displays
“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.”
ReplyDeleteto 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
ReplyDeletebut mind forgoes restraint." !!
Thanks everyone for liking this one so much...
ReplyDeletemam hats off really....
ReplyDeleteThe dream that reflects of innocence
ReplyDeleteOf 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
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:))
ReplyDeleteNeither a poet nor a writer... simply got enveloped in the rhythm of your words... thanks anyway for the nice words.
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