When my eyes can see you ----
I'm not known to the fact
of a very strong relationship
that tends to be an asset,
to brighten the colours of joy
& weaken the intensity of sorrows.,
to establish a firm sensation
& feel companionship in loneliness.,
for negating the need to see your physical presence.
But when my eyes haven't the access to your sight,
I find all these treasures
& get known to the fact
that eyes are the door to soul,
from where a joyful pain enters
among the other lights radiated upon by time.,
I realize that it is this doorway,
which sew the seed of a fertile imagination
in the soil of my soul.
The seed sown has started its journey,
to become a unique gloom
that is a healer in itself,
being supported by the tonic of my tears,
but not in my knowledge
where the journey will end.,
though I feel my self saying to me,
"till your life lasts"
that time is beautiful
when my eyes can hold your sight,
but the time when my eyes are deprived of such a chic
is not less wonderful,
because then my soul is filled up
with non-volatile colours of bloomy gloom
the colours --- that are dispersed
by the love of you in my heart.
O, thanks to the Almighty!
for opening the door to soul
with such an elegant panorama.
