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
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Author:
Suman_Bhattacharya (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2022 05:37
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
What a wonderful poetry of pair of eyes
Truly eyes are windows
Which speak about the souls inside
Many thanks, spilleronsheet...Thanks for the appreciation...I always felt that at times our eyes can speak much more than our lips...
really well written
thanks for sharing
and Happy New Year!
Thanks for the appreciation, Mek...I am glad you liked it...
I truly enjoyed your poem, especially towards the end.
I am glad you liked it, Dhanya...Thanks for the appreciation...
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