What did those eyes speak of?
Hatred,for the life which had made a mockery of her
Rage ,which thrashed her soul like ocean waves in a storm..
Fear , of things known and unknown..
Things that came and were yet to come...
What did those eyes speak of?
Love,pure like the white lilies in spring ..
Faith ,that which had sustained her fighting spirit
Wisdom ,that which the handful of years of life had taught her..
Hope , that lingered on like the soft sunlight at dawn
What did those eyes speak of?
Innocence , like the smile on the face of a newborn
Tears ,which remained mostly unshed
For their only resort would be the coarse covers of a pillow
Never the soothing shoulder of a friend...
About Me
- Dhanashree
- I am a bundle of paradoxes.. A silent volcano.. Flexible in thought, yet rigid in beliefs...I believe in destiny.. creating my destiny..I am a health conscious food freak... practically emotional..emotionally practical... I am a rebel..I do only what I believe in doing...and love doing things my way.. I enjoy the little surprises that life throws at me..Spiritual but not religious.. traditional but not conformist.. I enjoy the little pleasures of life..long walks, classroom pranks, a steaming cup of ginger tea, the smell of the first rains, flowers, endless introspection , tapri talks...and the list goes on.. :-)
2 comments:
Too good
Eyes are the mirror of the heart... also a route to it... Thats y looking into eyes can make you fall in love .. let the eyes meet and have a look into the heart...you can true friends true love and true hatred through it.. but dont shut it for anyone...because hearts change...
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