Ethereal moist eyes
So blue and deep
I almost drowned
In the depth of her snowy azure sea.
Her eyes were like
Ocean of emotions
Grief sailed like a ship
Glimpsed from afar.
A tear dropp trickled down
When she blinked
That droplet composed a verse
In mournful theme.
Her austere eyes
Cautiously evaded all
She seemed confined to
Her forbidden world.
She cloaked her distress
With her darting lids
Her heaving breath
Silently expressed her grief.
Her pain must have accumulated
Over the years and years
Like sand particles accrue
To form barren islands.
Her melancholic eyes
Pierced through my heart
I wanted to comfort her
She disembarked from the bus.
The remarkable eyes
Its soreness so touching
And she will remain forever
A beholder’s 'anonymous eyes'.
What a memorable observation....sometimes it so happens so touching to meet with incidents and people...so commonly in everyone's daily life.....you've worded very well...especially I like the suitable title the most
this is a beautiful poem, Jayati... I like the way it develops... 'Ethereal moist eyes... Austere eyes... Melancholic eyes...' Eyes are indeed a window to the soul... Eyes say, rather reveal, many things to the sensitive 'beholder'... best wishes, Asma...
a very sensitive poem, it deserves the right reader with the right 'eyes' to appreciate it, it contains a multitude of emotion,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Jayati. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.