The Third Eye Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Third Eye
I was drowned in the beauty of the eye in the right,
I was crowned with love on a throne in a night,
In a twinkling of that eye I lost my self and forgot who I am,
How lovely were the days when all traffics were jam!
It were you only you who came and went on the cycle of time,
It were you only you moving deep in the soul with flow and rime,
You ruled my world you ruled my home you ruled the roads,
The clusters of my heart and that of brain were your downloads,
I thought in those days God has nothing with Him for me at least,
Sweet juice of life He fermented by you that acted like the yeast.
And when I was drunk and senses were dormant I saw you again,
This time your left eye I peeped very deep found still you retain,
The wine tastier more effective more delicious for the joys of life,
A beach of beauty whereat were scattered lovely toys of life,
I drunk more wine and went out of senses and the world was confined,
In a temple on high hills lonely and selfish where love was enshrined,
What's going on what the past is teaching no worry of future!
Love is a wine having its own ego an' ethics its customs and culture!
Love is a light that makes the eyes completely paralyzed,
For the sight of someone else in need of us being too agonized!
Then you opened your third eye and the flowers were sprung,
I heard so loud the music of life and the songs unsung,
Effects of alcohol then started shading I came back on the earth,
Meanings of life were clear and distinct with their wisdom and worth,
A caress sight of the beautiful flowers inspired the eyes to look at others,
To look at the friends to look at the children and fathers and mothers,
The relationships' network was again activated and the world then revived,
I am surprised although still I drink how the senses survived,
Its beauty of love when it touches its apex its arms are stretched,
What of earth and skies the vast universe in a second is fetched.
Aloha Akhtar... Manna from Heaven! absolutely brilliant vision of this sector of the universe... a mirroring descriptive free write of extraordinary significance... your treatise on love and life... lucky are those who share your love... most humans are of course blind in that realm... the one of consciousness and of knowledge of such things as these covered in your true to the facts of life word work... This post must truly sing out as written in your grandfather's tongue... all of the kudos available I send out to you... I will to uncover the subtle messages you have suggested exist for the all of US... Thank you most profoundly for this boost in my thoughts tonight... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.
I think third eye are the children who initially share love of the couple and when they are used to with sharing the scope of this sharing is widened. An amazing poem...........10
Its beauty of love when it touches its apex its arms are stretched, What of earth and skies the vast universe in a second is fetched.....................love that open eyes......nice work...
A great thoughtful poem.........................................................
i agree every word that valsa and michael hv given in response to ur poem sooo beautiful and heavenly.......
Stunning write so deep and powerful about the wonderment that is life, with lines that burst with beauty!
and then you opened your third eye and the flowers were sprung I heard so loud the music of life and the songs unsung beautiful words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Drunk with love initially the lovers create a world exclusively for themselves admitting none! Love then acts as a kind of sedative making them insensitive to the world and the people around. But over the years, as their love matures, they feel the need of others too and include their friends and relatives also into the ken of their love! This, I believe is referred to in your poem as the 'opening of the third eye'! A great write!