My eyes still have it...

The sound that echoed in my heart was spoken by eyes, there was no whisper, there was no voice, and the words still resonate in my heart. These words keep me warm and crave the emotions of fear, love and hate. I have heard the language of heart more than once…Yes! I am lucky…

Heart speaks its language from the eyes, hears from the lips, and feels the presence from the ears…they may deify the laws of nature, yet they hold the key to the world that dominates the major part of my life, bringing smile and tears, together without no reason. The presence of this language remains forever, denial is a mere closure, it is temporary until someone dawns the life with a different color and a new beginning. Wishes come true, sky looks blue, breeze feels comforting, colors look different, life seems meaningful…but all this remains till the language is spoken.

Someone took away my language and I took someone’s language…how ironic, I know the one who read this will know what this confession holds…

My deeds have defined their own scale they know the bound they know the aim, yet my heart knows what I am losing, I have to smile and accept for I am the one who chose it…at times pain feels like the only medicine…I have taken this medicine, I am going to make it turn for good.

I remember the shine in the eyes that glowed with my presence, the smile that spread when my heart spoke without words…the breath that shook the ground when I was held close…the touch that generated the spark…Oh! I remember each thing, for I am never letting these pearls fall of the necklace that I have carefully weaved over time, the thread I chose is the continuous streak of pain, that reminds me of what I have…what I will have…It gives me a perfect balance in my life…the emotions tied together.

I have tried to fight against these emotions and have learned they weigh the same, I cannot keep either of them, and neither can I lose them, now I am at peace, as I have come to terms with them. They make me weak and strong they give me my wings, they educate my words, they make my eyes listen. For I know my heart now has grown over my age to spread more than I ever dreamt off…

I was once told my eyes are expressive, they made the heart melt, they spot the right node, they wink to bring the priceless smile, yet those words are gone, but what I call magic, my eyes still have it…as they could spot my loner angel, they could see through the hard shell, they could see the emotions locked, the windows shut…A small knock was what woke her up, now she has a smile when she reads this, for she is always envious to know that I have not come in terms with my past…

I ask myself to move on, forget the past, but the past had its own laughs and tears, I share the tears may be to understand the loss, but if I flip the coin and share the laughs it raises more envy…how can I make u envious…

I know I have become the stream that will carry the leaf singing along, but in my journey to meet the ocean I have to become violent to be calm again…

I know not what fate has in store for me, I know not what magic these words do, all I know is I am speaking the language as I know when I look in the mirror I hear the language, I see the freshness, I see the glare…

I know my eyes still have it…