Through my eyes
I see a world laid before me.
A world of color
where many is looked at
but less is seen.
My “eyes” would see the world,
but the world would see only “me”.
I wonder what the world would see
if they looked in my eyes instead…
Would it be the same image they see in “me”?
I maybe in pain,
but I may cast a smile
to the world outside.
They will see only my laughter,
but not the fire of agony
burning in my eyes.
I may have committed crime,
and maybe helpless though I regret it.
I may play an act of innocence
trying to believe it never happened,
in the effort of starting a new life.
But, the guilt in my eyes
would give the final verdict
which the world would not know
unless they seek the truth in my eyes.
I may sympathies.
But, my words may express
very little to be heard.
But, the world will not see
the kindness in my eyes.
Since, the words spoken by the eyes
are meant to be felt,
not to be heard.
They; the world may look at my eyes
But, may fail to look into my eyes.
Amongst them all
you and I may have passed by a many times,
but, the moment our eyes meet –
what is it that I see?
Not a world of color
like I have been looking at before..
But, if not for color, how can I see?
Now I come to realize
that what I see is a world beyond my sight;
a world of thought and imagination.
What is it I see in your eyes?
Trust? love? hatred? sympathy? or depression?
You may wonder the same.
But, this moment of eye contact
would unknowingly provide the answer,
taking us away from this world
to the deepest depth of the world of thought
behind our eyes.
But, with one blink
we shall come down to earth again-
We have not spoken a word,
but have communicated a silent message
of a million words.
As the eyes express suppressed words
which are longed to be spoken.
After this moment
I shall look back and walk away,
taking with me the memory
of the look in your eyes.
I know not whether we shall meet again.
But, we share a moment that will last till the end;
a journey to a world beyond our sight…
- Kushalee Jayawickreme -