Every night,
I lay down,
and try to find you,
in the stars unseen,
but you were hidden,
behind the clouds,
close to the moon,
where you had been,
It’s has been time,
since I saw you,
close to me,
even in my dreams,
I will wait for the clouds,
to go tonight,
and see you again,
by any means.
Some eyes are deep,
like a lake of drowned bodies,
like a heart sunk in,
like a long winter’s sleep,
Some eyes tell a story,
like a old war veteran,
like a grandmother waiting for children,
like a writer with a past,
Some eyes take you places,
like a kid holding your hands,
like a treasure map in sand,
like a memory you cannot withstand,
And some eyes love,
like a cute kitten’s,
like a playful omen,
like a mysterious showman’s.
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Sometimes we bury our self deep,
and refuse to get out,
the world outside is scary for us,
without a mere doubt,
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All bodies await,
the burning over pyre,
the cycle will go on,
till there is desire,
Amidst the flame and fire,
lives turn to ashes,
the material body is an illusion,
soul is freed in flashes,
The path of life,
ends here,
and new paths unravel,
it is a mystery indeed,
for which the soul travels.
The Mist is all I could see
Strange it may see,it seems on a killing spree
Thick white disappearing with no ends,
cold,unfriendly like omen,
they say it takes you and gives an easy death,
without pain and sorrow,without regret,
I died a long ago but still have the pain,
Me and mist are friends now,unseperable we disappear.
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