Tag: Eyes

Poetry thoughts

Eyes Do Much Harm

The eyes of a man

being filled with envy

looks not safe.

The eyes of another

full of venom

poses a danger.

Their eyes crave

one stands in front

the other behind.

The apparent strikes

a risky one

deem it to be in front.

The virtual kindles

a fiery one

consider it to be in the back.

Being in the middle

you become the target

a throw and a hard hit .

Better stay away

as they say

eyes release horror.

Better not come in between

as a way of security

run away from them in speed .

That be a remedy

could be a strategy

nay above all a reward.

Tags Eyes, harm, Poem, remedy, reward.

Poetry thoughts

Do They Not Belong to You?

Post author By meenas17
Post date April 7, 2016
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Believe not your eyes

they would mislead you.

believe not your ears

they would lead you astray

believe not your intuitions

they would fail you

believe yourself wholly

that would take you to heights

eyes, ears, and intuitions

would strike a blow

do they not belong to you?

I am dumbfounded.

Tags ears, Eyes, intuitions, Poem

thoughts

Heat Beyond.

My clothes stick

soaked they are in sweat

an uneasy feel.

Throat stuck out

thirsty and desolate in all

an uneasy feel.

Eyes shed tears

irritated and red in all

an uneasy feel.

Skin becomes dry

withered and cracked in all

an uneasy feel.

Mind is dull

dizzy and desperate in all

an uneasy feel.

Tags clothes, Eyes, heat., Mind, Poem, skin., throat

Poetry

The eyes glow
the nose blows
the eyes shed tears
that be in the form of water
the nose leaks
that be in the mode of water
the eyes flutter in a speed
the nose sneezes with a velocity
both keep on their schedule
the eyes catch a glimpse
the nose smells an aroma
the eyes have sights long and short
the nose gets loaded with cold
there be a motion altogether
the sensory organs nose and eyes together
boss over the rest with an authority
the tongue, ears and skin follow meekly behind
while the brain watches the five with glee
as all look up to its instructions with a plea.

Tags ears, Eyes, nose, Poem, sensory, skin., tongue

ambiguity Poetry

The Mirror

Her eyes are expressive

speak volumes and volumes

at times emit sadness

that tells stories

of the past and present

need not to hear words

the eyes do tell us

of the events that depressed

the tragedies all through

the struggles underwent

all are stored up in the eyes

that do shed a light

and oppress the heart

with an ambiguity incomprehensible

Well, eyes reflect the thoughts

they are lively and much sought

a part of the human system

very sharp and irreparable

as eyesight is essential

and eyes do give out

the emulation of the mind

rightly called the mirror

comes out with an image

true to the self.

Tags Eyes, Poem, reflection

thoughts

The Night Watchman Again

The night watchman he is

say that he sits with eyes open

I have a one at home

who sits with half-closed eyes

starts to nod as the hours fly

snores loud as the midnight come

sleeps full as the wee hours descend

turns alert at the rise of dawn

stands cheerful and smart in the morn

Well! a duty bound officer in charge

pleased to have one with a fair charge

a figure in the watchman’s robe

a ploy to show off the house is secure

a note of vanity in me well explained.

Tags Eyes, full, half-closed, night, secure, sleeps, snore, watchman

thoughts

To See The Best.

It is a day serene

the sky, not in a sheen

grey and black at times

there being no chime

the sun sits back quiet

not involved in anything tight

the clouds are dark and intense

hover they with a fight in a sense

a mislead to a night in trace

Well, in turn that is a sure base

it seems so destitute and silent

as I sit with a gaze in a trident

my mind is heavily bent

it does suffer a serious dent.

Lo! my eyes need a rest

to see all the best.

Tags Clouds, dark., Eyes, Sky

Uncategorized

Tired.

Tired is the world

No life in the eyes

That sees around,

Tags Eyes, Life, Tired, World

thoughts

The Resonance.

Live it be in the air
that of music to share
keeping the eyes closed
heard the resonating flow
forgetting the sounds around
that be of the vendor in a round
lending no ear to the milkman
who brings home milk in a big can
turning deaf to the chauffeur
who gets paid the most from my coffer
I sit unperturbed and in peace
hearing the music flowing through the trees
sat I for long with eyes closed and hands folded
as though it is an enigma that got slowly rolled.