Eyes are a great storyteller,
When you gaze in a pair,
It gives you the wonder of life,
When this happens , you are in love.
Because the wonder is nothing but,
the conspiracy of life,
As love hurts , as it cuts,
O' what a great strife.
When two eyes meet,
they smile through the irises,
but you are scared to let it reach your lips,
As this is where the conspiracy begins.
Sometimes,they are black,
hard and deep , like obsidian,
sometimes they are light,
like a ray of sun,
Green ,blue and gray .
Brown and hazel,
comforting like warm cocoa,
A lover's, a parent's,
A child's, a teen's.
All of them , telling a story,
with the crinkles around them,
with the moisture inside them,
With a flutter of their lashes.
Conveying sadness without uttering,
giving hope without saying,
loving without touching,
Oh! what a great paradox.
One glance in them,
and we know ,
the implicit motives through a slit,
Or a loving heart with the curvaceous edges.
Our eyes are a great storyteller,
All we have to do , is look to know,
the story of this serene life,
given or taken.
*******Thank you for reading**********
