To the eyes
it looked normal
there was pain
there was happiness
there was truth
there was lie
a smile was just a smile
to the eyes
maybe perception meant nothing
then one day
we wear our rosy shades
now a smile
is not only a smile
it means million things
alas why was life easier before
when was the empath born
now that smile of yours
isn’t simple anymore
It’s full of praise
At times it’s smirk of satire
it’s a love farewell
At times its full of hatred
it’s smile of cheer
at times it’s vengeance
it’s a covert smile
hiding tears in the eyes
at times it's a fake smile
why did you wear the rosy shade
did the education grant you
did experiences teach you
or is it an after effect of adulting
when did rosy shades became your choice
Life was simpler in black and white shades
yet the rosy shades helped to see the vibgyor around
noticing the shades of life
watching the sunset with different shades of life
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- Comment from author about the poem: To the eyes adorned a rosy shade was bought..sometime gifted, sometime inherited..to some early, to some mature…rosy shades at times necessary to be born as a human after all
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A really pleasant read. Thank you for sharing fellow writer.
Thanks a lot dear reader for stopping by
Reminds me of a song "These rose colored glasses that I'm looking through..." A truth of life. Nice one, fellow poet.
Thank you so much dear reader
It occurred to me that the writer had "begun to see through a glass darkly".
How initial familiarity becomes a complex familiarity as time takes it's course and our own history creates visions which reflect in our face from those shaded eyes before us.
Maybe it wasn’t the shades
True as you say
We started to look darkly from the glasses
And then we got to know a face can speak a lot
Even in silence
Thanks you Spills for a new word (to me) Vibgyor. Your poem sadly reflects growing up/adulthood I guess. What a shame that we do.
Well
Thank you Lorna
And yeah it’s about adulthood
At times like this I guess childhood was the most precious gift
this is how best to utilise, your capacity
for insightful empathy, dear poet
(cultivate this unique Poetic voice
and you'll ink wonderful works, of immense merit sooner than later)
thank you! for choosing to share
(these lines below, encompass your whole poem succinctly
less is more, as they say
and remember to allow for breaks
so the rhythm of your flow
doesn't diminish
the value of your poignant lines,
allow your reader
a chance, to appreciate your wording):
'When, was the empath in you
born?
Now, that smile of yours
isn’t simple, anymore;
It’s full of praise;
At times, it’s smirk of satire
it’s a love - farewell
At times, its full of hatred
*a smile of cheer
at times
it’s vengeance, a covert smile
hiding tears in the eyes
at times, it's a fake smile
why did you choose to wear
that, rosy: shade?
Did your *life's education, grant you
did *your experiences teach you
or is it *inevitability's
after-effect of *clueless, adulting?
When, did rosy shades
become:
your Choice
*in life...)
Ohhhhh
Wow dear reader
You make it sound so refined
It doesn’t look poetry of mine
I try my best to make it run smooth
But I guess it’s too soon
So well you inscribed
I would surely follow your advice
I will try my best next time
To score a better result
As a praise from you
no dear poet: Not for me
Only: for You!
this is Your poetic journey
I, shall never matter!
(I'm just trying to help a little
nothing more, nothing less)
Your guidance is highly needed
To help me find my best
Thank you so much dear poet for your kind guidance
A fine write S.
Thanks dear Orchi
Always think when I hear the phrase, rose coloured glasses. Someone is ignoring the fact that someone else knows something they don't want heard.
In a deeper thought
Yes that’s true
Someone knows what, we don’t want them to know
Another Good one from you !! You ended it wonderfully...
"Watching the sunset with different shades of life" .....
Thank you so much dear Vamsi
We can see life in many shades of colour spilleronsheet but to my way in life now all is looked upon in rose coloured ways, life is good.
Andy
That’s great dear Andy
I hope we all can have rose coloured lives
Not black and white
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