"I"
"I"
Whenever I travel here and there,
Various thoughts come to me and create a
sort of web in my mind,
But then, I hardy find time nowadays,
To pen them down somewhere, then and
thereby.
My heart grows in despair;
Pain circling around my eyes,
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
Symbolising grief of the Unrecorded
Expressions,
getting lost in the sands of time.
Eyes, for instance, are the real
representation of the Divine,
They are reflection of the Godliness inside,
Transparent enough to portray the
feelings of the One God; "Who,"
in each one of us resides.
Virtues or vices, whatever is stored deep
inside,
causing painful, intolerable times,
either being too good or too bad, for
the world to digest in the contemporary
times,
gets purged out for some time,
through this beautiful phenomenon of
crying involving these eyes.