The camera fails to catupre The real beauty of his eyes No mirror can reflect How uniquely they shine, Because they all fail to catch The thing which ignites them: His very soul.
As if something shattered, Breaking into a million pieces And then put togther By delicate hands into A single piece. That's his eyes. And nothing ever made feel So whole in my entire existence.
Something explodes behind those curtains Of dark eyes, of his Everytime our eyes meet, And vulnerability comes seeping through But he blinks it away Like the clever Eagle he is, And turns back into a mystery.
If they tell you that you can't be mentally upset over something which is not related to the tragedy in your life. It's their "mental-inaptness" that is at fault. It's like asking a Bhopal gas tragedy or vitriolage survivor to not be upset when society isn't accepting them. Be upset. Do justice to your emotions. Stop confining yourself in this small box they are shoving you in.
When I first met you, I thought you were a glowing candle, Shimming away the darkness. But as I grew closer, You turned out to the Sun My world was revolving, blindly around.