Those Wandering Eyes

Those wandering eyes

That kept looking at the new sight,

New people around,

New city surrounds',

Those eyes caught a warm sight,

The one that looked brighter

among other lives,

The one who for no reason made the lashes

Fall down,

Looking at whom every time,

The day looked brighter.

But no,

It wasn’t,

It ain’t what you are thinking,

It wasn’t love,

It wasn’t lust,

There was no desire beyond getting,

that innocent sweet sight.

And then,

The years passed,

The sight faded,

The memories remained,

The gossips of old times remained,

The cities changed,

The surroundings changed,

And one day,
The same sight reappeared,

And the same old innocence,

with an added age reappeared,

And the unknown got to talking,

And then the knowns started walking,

And before their words the eyes conveyed,

And together the vows were laid.

She Reminds Me

We share a life
Though we are two different beings,
Its not the Valentine love,
that I am talking about,
But my offspring that I got
into being.
She reminds me of the love that
is forever fed in my skin,
She reminds me of the love
I have for my mother
deep within.

Moving Still

I sit by the beach and see a lone boat,
It seems to be moving with the current.
But after an hour I see it still there.
And I wonder, I wonder if that is how
every eye persevere.
The people who seem to be
moving ahead,
Are they too held by an invisible
anchor?
An anchor of orthodoxy,
An anchor of fears,
Or an anchor put by someone
that pulls back
every time when one tries to spur.
As I go deeper, deeper into this thought
I see the boat moving
by the stroke of the paddles.

And I get all my answers,

An answer that states that everyone need that one stroke,

A stroke that pushes you forward,

As that what the science of nature says,

Without any external force,

Nothing in this world can ever move.