The Eyes Around Me

Solicitous, thoughtful and attentive,
a pair of close-set ring balls encircled me
everywhere I went, gazing at everything I did.
Never did while young I think more about 
those beady eyes, I grew up to be
under its vision, guessed I need not
chase it after, as I had two pairs of such.
Her suppressed silence sang within herself,
never did I understand any of her compositions.

Years after,  those focused balls I was proud about,
abandoned me, being mean still professing.
Uncertain, unaware and unmindful, my attempt
to define her shape wasn't futile. 

I recognise you now divine eyes, only you're 
left in me, not even myself.  


Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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