1:21 AM
Saptadeep
I've been tired of people telling me, "Can't you ever write sumthing that doesnot holds pain in it.....it's happy...filled with love as it should be......well, d efforts are never at a loss, it's just that in the struggle of love and pain, my pain has always got the upper hand. However, last nyt was when I had a feeling, I've been longing for......a feeling where my words fail......a feeling when those eyes wakes me up in the middle of the night......the beauty of which I fail to describe.....my words are an ode to those eyes!!!
(Friends I request you to read the poem with its flow, go slow to feel the mystifying beauty of her eyes)
HER EYES
- SAPTADEEP BASU (2011)
Once in a while......
I try to see the world through the prism of your eyes,
Fancy my life with you sometimes....
Seeing the world with your coloured sight.
The lovely brows curls down with a smile,
Flirts with you in their animated style;
Sometimes complaining.....Sometimes questioning;
Pleading you not to stare in those eyes.
As she gazes at the bright blue sky,
Closes her eyes to capture a sight;
Her big eye lashes flutter with the breeze,
It kisses her soul with its sly reach.
Her lids blink with a motion of its own,
Precisely dancing to the tunes forgone;
Mocking at my effort of expressing the song,
That hummed in her eyes & only she had known.
The colour of her eyes held a mystery in it.....
Of a naughty girl or a wise priest;
I hoped I had an answer to it,
For it shattered my dreams & my deep sleep.
Yes, Once in a while.....
I want to see the world through the prism of your eyes;
To know the colour of those eyes that I have described,
For the only colour I know is darkness in my life.
