You Are My Eyes!


I touch your lips, feel your smile
I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom
I hear your footsteps coming by,
I forget myself for a while
Though statued, unfazed and still
With the constant novice gestures
A smile dies at my lips
Hereby my heartbeat skips
I feel you near and more closer
Unfolding the distant mysteries
Your presence will mark the histories
I feel your breaths welcoming life
Playing with silky your hair
For once, as if, it cries
My vision , that’s lost somewhere
I search for colours everywhere
That’s, yes, darling me to dearly saying
With pathetic dust on hearts, wall laying
Where the life of my sight bitterly dies
I am delighted for you to be my eyes!
People though give me looks disdainful
I learned by heart, the map of home
Outdoors though I manage with the stick
Sometimes while chitchatting I pause arrogant
All other times I act if gazing at my shoes
Just defrauding my dears and foes
Few take me surprisingly for granted
Men try woo me
Women trick me
Few again are humanely and few sorrowful
Words, beautiful, young woman, alasss , poor she,,,,,
Killing me every night your real brutal lies
Connecting the sightless eyes to sleep
One conjuring thought in mind peeps
Shutting the eyes and opening them
You will feel the whole world
Outside across the lens the colourful life
With people, houses, oceans, appearances and butterflies
Shutting the eyes and opening them
I feel my woman cries
In my vision the RAINBOW dies
It’s same for me to shut or open
The windows will be black even if reopen
Yes , my world has just one amazing colour
Few of you may hate but few may love
As if colour of death or elegance
For ages, I never have been romancing light
Every night I sleep to confront Dark world next day
Loathsome, suffering, unrepairable loss, burning accident , whatever I say
I introduce you to my world
My fingers are my language
I touch , feel deep and then interpret
An artist so draw images without eyes
It’s my mind, my pretty sensational ties
My black eyes are still an asset
I am happy for other senses, I am intelligent
I smell the fastest and similar for taste
Comparable to visionful I am acceptable visionless
Loving my black world and all its whorls
Understanding is an art, philosophers’ pearls
To the most adoring man I must say
Ladies and gentleman,
I am a blind woman!
Blind to your faces, your conspiracies
Blind to your colours, your appearances
I do keep heritage of golden sensory experiences
So capable of doing away with your fences
Your tongue and feel is my eye
Your words, your footstep is my eye
Your smell, your move is my eye
Here my siblings, there my husband
There my blood ones, there strangers
All are meant to be my eye
Colour of my black and white eye
Just visit your true self in my eye
All weathers, colours and years , you think you see
Lets’ find heart in my woman
I am proud to be my blind woman!

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam university...am from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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