HIS EYES

I look for the meaning of affection in his eyes,

looking at them, I find myself back to life.

Those who drink by them gets carried away,

Scattered by the winds, they run wild high.

They seem careless and cursive at the same time,

Leaving traces of past and present in disguise.

Looking into his eyes made me realize,

the depth of the sea and the color of the sky.

I finally lost my free will by the eyes of heaven,

Religion, caste and color lost its battle of wise.

I will write and write until my pen breaks down,

About your eyes, about your eyes.