Mind of the Eyes
dimness pleading to pitch black….
she pushes her way to linen bed ,
stopping while at her dressing rack…
when brilliant shade of metallic red,
flashes in the mirror’s face of disgrace
décor lines as her eyes’ outline trace
feeble hands still working on those eyes…
eyes of gloom never to bloom, she says
eyes hear her dumbly to her fake rejoice
she hears them whisper to its true conscience,
faint memories of sleep I have
pain as my daily gain I reap
white yolk a ball of dragon fire I dress
balls of black beauty I adorn
Light of the soul I emanate
Passion of the heart I fiercely burn
Thoughts of the mind I encrypt
Hope of Life I rejuvenate…..
Grief of the ages I see
Strive against fate I fight
Tears of toil I shed
Sweetness of victory I shower
Humbleness in you I empower
I am the luck with you forever..
I am the mind of the eyes..
I am the eyes of the mind ..
she stood there taken aback immense
by two more minds with no pretence !