Suman_Bhattacharya

The eyes told me

the eyes ─ they spoke a lot

stories of fear

tales of unhappiness

countless accounts of mournful assaults of time

 

every word uttered were dipped in solitude

rippled to the ears

dancing and humming melodies

never heard or felt earlier

 

the messages were asseverations of time

                      and the age-old issues of devil and death

they had the anger of the fire sweetly sprinkled with

the joy of winning unexpected legacies of happiness

but with the aroma of isolation

the innocence of infancy

fantasies of youth

the mysteries of adolescence

                       contaminated with the unwanted arrival of adulthood

the eyes spoke a lot more

old forgotten tales of winners and losers

                          of warriors fighting against their own self

in the battle of life

the devil ruling o’er them with its icy hands turning mortals to maniacs

all paralyzed by insecurity

                          hypnotized by the greatest risk of living life