She wanted to read those eyes.
Were they the same as before?
Was her picture in them still bright?
Or the water forced it to fade.
And finally she got the chance…
She looked in.
cautiously.
Her picture shone as bright as ever.
She didn't look happy.
She wanted it to be faint.
And suddenly she had to look away.
Those eyes were trying to read her's.
What if the reflections be transparent?
Can the transparency reflect?
If yes, what? And how much?
She looked up.
Eternity was over.
Pure hearts.
Pure eyes.
Pure water.
February 8, 2007
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Wow! I loved the way you concluded the poem.
Reminds me of the song from Haasil:
Aankhen bhi hotii hai dil ki zubaan
:)
I found the idea of transparency and reflections in this poem a little like the idea of voice, familiarity and disturbance in the air in the poem "A Phone Call", which I so much like!
exes should not be friends.
...to play safe.
[Taps]
:)
ya, that song is nice
[V]
Everytime you mention that poem, that moves one step up in the list in the side bar!
[Phoenix]
Perhaps.
[V]
Didn't get u!
There was a new blog on your page this morning, which I was to comment on, but it has now been deleted!
:(
[Taps]
This is the no-blogging-week for me! and deleting the post was the best way to emphasize it.
anyway, thanks, and sorry :)
lovely words must say..but how can someone read eyes...i mean u can maybe tell if d person is lying or loving but as dey say "eyes speak"..i dont know if one can understand wht dey speak
but man u write awesome
eyes are the trur part of yours..you can lie with ur words, but not with ur eyes..they are the mirror of soul..
Can transparency reflect? Perhaps more than mere opacity ever could. But then every transparent mirror front has needed its opaque cover to truly reflect.
hmm... this has made me think of so many things all at once
A nice question one an dwell upon slowly deliciously :)
"Those eyes were trying to read her's.
What if the reflections be transparent?
Can the transparency reflect?"
hmmm...made me think. still thinking.
[Desperado]
Eyes are great books. Start reading them, you'll understand.
[Shruti]
They too lie. Though only sometimes. No soul is eternally pure.
[the illusionist]
Transparency by virtue of being transparency doesn't know the (in)existance of opaque cover. But yeah, one can think in many different ways.. and I didn't think much! The poem was a transparent reflection, didn't mirror any thought. Thoughts are always an outsider's influence, mostly opaque, blurred!
[Siyaah]
...and the illusionist made me think more! may be I can write another poem!
pure one..
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