EYEs...

Reflector of the soul, translator of the mind -
the eyes speaks the truth as it never can be blind..
It sees beyond the world into the stars and constellations.
It looks through our hearts without a silent indication.
It showers empathy and rage at times.
It's the poets inspirtion to create the lovely rhymes.
It can wear the twinkle and shine like a glitter.
It can rest behind the lid and turn me into a flitter.
Yet I search for the elixir and see that I cry
when the secret lies behind those two lovely little eyes...

Breaking away..

I'm confined in the walls that I hire.
The rules control me as I'm lacking the fire.
I feel someone's crawling inside my vains.
That's the soul of desire that I still retain.
It's pinching me hard so my blood gets clot.
And I press it further to turn it into blots.
I need to wipe it out but I have to leave a mark.
I'm full of power; all I need is a spark.
I'm standing on a rooftop and I feel like jumping
towards the door where my dreams are crumping.
I'm a stupid soldier in the battle of life.
But I got to be brave while I'm holding the knife.
I finally run as I chase my dreams.
My hopes are smiling like the shining beams.
Then I see my people shading the dazling tears
that reflect the light to end all my fears.

Mind It NOT

When I ask my mind to take some rest
I lay it down in its flawless cage.
I ask it not if it wants to try
the wings to fly for the tears to dry.
The morning rays won't shine on its face.
The moonlit night won't find its trace.
For it the wind is the spider's net
dipped in stickt liquid to wet.
Yet it smiles all the way
and makes me work throughout the day.
I work and work to stress it more
but it won't stop to perform its role.
I go back to bed and fall asleep
when it keeps exploring the thoughts so deep.
It takes me down the memory lane
and shows me all that I tried in vain.
It makes me all that I wanted to be
in the land of dreams, in the open sea.
Still I forget to take its care.
Yet it remembers the details we share.