Eyes are Enough…
~ Poetry | Occasional poems from Floating on a River series ~
You hardly need a weapon
to finish me and my story.
Eyes are enough
I am dead
in the grace of your smile.
Nothing is as deep as your eyes.
Soulful, weeping and luminous.
Endless like our sea
and painful as poison.
I died the day you laid your eyes on me.
helpless and hopeless.
I drowned like a child hurled in to the sea.
I fainted like a sinner cured by a saint.
I was lost and the miracles ended.
I gained myself while losing myself, too.
You’ve by now known
how shallow and incomplete
my soul is.
That very spirit left its cage
the day you touched me.
Sometimes, a touch is a torture.
And I was buried
By my concerned friends
Deep inside the grave of a dream,
Or rather our shared dreams.
Inside a wilderness my heart had always longed for.
They wailed and prayed for my rebirth.
They knew I wouldn’t ever resurrect.
Now what you see is my ghost.
A feeble, stupid ghost
of a former self who remotely resemble someone like me.
I die every day in love.
I live every day in love.
~ by MUHAMMED NOUSHAD, occasional poetry series, tentatively titled Floating on a River. Photo credit: nicko500.co.uk