Optical Cortex Succumbing To Stellar Dynamics Poem by Mubeen Sadhika

The eye was voluminous. It was a big one. It probably had a magnet. It pulled with force. Perhaps it must be a forcible action. It could even be penetrating. The surface was dry. There were no droplets. There was not even sleep. It had not closed minimum for a split second. It was always wide open. The retinal reflection sucked the surroundings. The vision virtually encircled the movement. It recorded anything in its purview. It memorized the events. It rewound inside the mind's eye. It was not possible to escape. The growth of the lashes looked like tentacles of Octopus. The prey for the eye was similar to the monster's wish. The shade of mystery also gets caught in its frame. The objects need not be flat. All dimensions imbibed at one glance. There were billions of eyes together never became equal to the one. It was distinct. Without an eye the sight was normal. The strings were attached to the pupil. The optical view determines the mobility. The eye would kill. It was emitting venomous rays. It stabbed through piercing gaze. It transgressed the rules of perception. The acumen of life was to get exonerated from the encumbrance. The eye could exhibit forceless nature and frail characteristic. It might be inert. The eye used to create a reflection of slender souls. The sensation of light was unnoticed. The eye could swallow the slightest breach of movement. The eye would sometimes starve. It tried to curse everything. The eye should be deprived of focus. It got succumbed to the prevalent universal boundary. The eye was an invisible machine.