It's all in the eyes
- the emotions
the eyes -- the skylight of the soul
We heed words-
And read thoughts
behinds words
When all the while
In clear sight
are the EYES
The Eyes - that tweet all...
the pain and the pleasure
the suffering and the grit
the doubt and the conviction
the ecstasy and the despair
the cruelty and tranquility
the hunger and the ecstasy
The belligerence and benignity
the triumph and the regret
the warmth and the vulnerability
the fire to fight
the serenity of surrender
If only we could read faces
instead of words ...
When speech becomes muted, it is eyes which speak. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Expatguru!
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