Enigmatic Brown Study

Staring at the ceiling in dark Missing ur eyes full of spark.. Was ur eyes something in which I got lost.. I want ur gaze maybe at any cost Swelled up eyes like the rasin in water Almost drowned in the sea of melancholy Am I still waiting for someone who can heal... Someone who can see the things I have conceal..! Past maybe heart wrenching.. But present is still here to feel alive Eyes are the ocean in which all poets choose to dive The one who dives completely in that ocean of eyes. Would be the one to see the reason behind all those messy lies! The mess is just like the moon that is still beautiful.. Even when its crescent... In the end, its all about learning from past and living in present...!