eyes

A hollowed pair of eyes
On the way
Waiting for someone’s back stay
Eyes so deep, so silent
Eyes still so turbulent
Questions spinning therein
Sometimes so firm, then so lean
Shining with new mischief
And sometime a sudden rainfall would begin

Eyes for they don’t see
Eyes for they observe
Would stretch out in wrath……
Would stare to peep within
Eyes prevent to have faith
Says not to walk on illusion terrain

The same pair of eyes
Would spread on ways
Waiting for days, silent, gray
Speechless…sometimes…hopeless

For these eyes are perfect absorbers
Retaining everything within
The past, the pals;
The zeros, the nulls;
The relations now chilled
Emotions those were killed

The walls, the bridges
The bricks, the sticks
The ways, the gossips
And the broken beliefs, thrown on
The rusty roads like orange pips…………

Eyes still tracking the events
A pair of eyes……
The same pair of eyes..
The much known pair of eyes……….
Those still pair of eyes………