People say i have deep penetrating eyes
eyes which study you all the while
absorbing and intense
with a philosophical look coming now and then
sometimes a quizzically raised brow
often thoughtful, at times humorous
they are two pinholes i view the world from
they can shield and protect
as well as yield and submit
sometimes i want to shut them up
and never let them deceive
never let them leak what lurks behind
so that you do not know
what pain gnaws at me there
they are never fully obedient
they release my pain when I least want it
its hard to hide those deep vessels
the pain blurs the world they let me see
perhaps they stupidly tell me
that the world is pained to see me in pain
it is not true though, and i know it
keen, observant, serious eyes
yes they do study you all the while, but
only in search of a pure heart
they want a genuine smile
and not just faked imitations
i have to keep on blinking those eyelids
so that they are not dazed by what they see
at night i close those pinholes
and let them dream
it is a strange weird world they show me
which i forget completely when i wake up
perhaps they are never fully shut up in the first place
and catch glimpses of unknown universes that flit across the mind
it is impossible for me to make up the sum total of what they show me
but in a general way they project humanity's ills and wrongs
and also this world's beauty and illusions
how in this Nature's majestic but deceitful palace
we all are playing with illusory fountains
trying to cheat each other, rob and kill
while we are the ones who are being tricked.
eyes which study you all the while
absorbing and intense
with a philosophical look coming now and then
sometimes a quizzically raised brow
often thoughtful, at times humorous
they are two pinholes i view the world from
they can shield and protect
as well as yield and submit
sometimes i want to shut them up
and never let them deceive
never let them leak what lurks behind
so that you do not know
what pain gnaws at me there
they are never fully obedient
they release my pain when I least want it
its hard to hide those deep vessels
the pain blurs the world they let me see
perhaps they stupidly tell me
that the world is pained to see me in pain
it is not true though, and i know it
keen, observant, serious eyes
yes they do study you all the while, but
only in search of a pure heart
they want a genuine smile
and not just faked imitations
i have to keep on blinking those eyelids
so that they are not dazed by what they see
at night i close those pinholes
and let them dream
it is a strange weird world they show me
which i forget completely when i wake up
perhaps they are never fully shut up in the first place
and catch glimpses of unknown universes that flit across the mind
it is impossible for me to make up the sum total of what they show me
but in a general way they project humanity's ills and wrongs
and also this world's beauty and illusions
how in this Nature's majestic but deceitful palace
we all are playing with illusory fountains
trying to cheat each other, rob and kill
while we are the ones who are being tricked.
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