Eileen Manassian Poet I do not know?

My Eyes Are Veiled

My eyes are veiled
No hint of wild seduction
No hungry look of passion
No gleam of admiration
No twinkle of satisfaction
My eyes are veiled

Nothing from my soul passes through
The curtains of this window are drawn
I peek through unseeing
Colorblind to the hues
Selective of the view
I peek unseeing
My eyes refuse to betray me
Veiled by wet black lashes
That dam my tears
The salt of surfaced fears
My eyes are veiled

I will not unveil 
Not my eyes
Not my dress
Impervious to caress
Burka bondaged am I
Passion urges, I deny
My eyes are veiled…

My lashes will part
Eyes revealing my heart
My soul will lay bare
Exposed without care
For the one
Whose love is true
Tell me, 
is that someone...
You?

Eileen Manassian

A word of caution: The beauty of poetry is that there is inherent mystery in it. That's why we ask our students this question: "What do you THINK the author meant?" Do we ever truly know? If we did...there wouldn't be so many books written by authors trying to decipher Shakespeare's mind...trying to determine who the mistress was that he wrote about...who was the young youth that he idolized. Did he have homosexual tendencies? If we were to know all of this...he poems would lose that sense of wonder. Let the mystery remain mysterious...

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Timothy Hicks October 13, 2014 at 4:53 PM In an odd way it sorta reminds me of reading Arabian Nights. The beautiful lady who was "as pretty as a moon" being bashful in her exotic attire. I've heard described that the eyes are the "window to the soul"... is that perhaps why they are veiled? Great ending! Eileen Manassian October 15, 2014 at 5:18 AM Thanks, Timothy. You are so insightful. Arabian Nights...Wrote a poem on that. :) Yes, the eyes are the windows of the soul...Indeed they are! Hugs

Charmaine Chircop October 11, 2014 at 2:31 PM Eileen,Eileen..I can read your heart and soul with a burga or not..Though yes some facts remain a mystery between the poet and the pen .One of your best and I am going to favour it : ) Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:12 AM Thanks, gorgeous. :) I'm such a slow learner, Charmaine. Being a teacher you'd have thought I'd get it right by now. Love ya! Hugs!

Ndaba Sibanda October 11, 2014 at 11:42 AM Indeed, this seemingly simple piece has its own sense of wonder, Eileen. It was a pleasure trying to unravel its mystery. Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:13 AM Ndaba...thanks for your visit to my work. Mystery is always a part of every poem. It makes it more...intriguing...don't you think? Hugs

Harry Horsman October 11, 2014 at 11:04 AM Oh this is a honey of a poem,,,it say so much so little, yes a mystery and as you say let it be so...anyhow the poem is wonderful such sincerity and heartfelt joy woven within it's sadness...yes whose love is true such a burning question, Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:15 AM Honey of a poem...YES! Thank you harry...You put a smile on my face...Love....make kill you and make you live. It's volatile stuff. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux October 11, 2014 at 8:15 AM This has a melonchaly feel. Burka bondaged is a particular vivid line. We in north America take our freedom for granted. Mind you I have heard the perspective of one woman regarding the burka that described it as a form of freedom. I found it somewhat odd and poetic based on her description. Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:17 AM Yes, Richard...in the west you often take these things for granted. For many years I had to be veiled for my passport photo. When I got my Cypriot nationality, I could be ME! Thank you for your lovely visit.

Nette Onclaud October 11, 2014 at 4:53 AM the subliminal feel of your work makes the whole scene utterly inviting, eileen... written with grace!.. huggs Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:18 AM Thank you, Nette. You are a graceful poetess. I'm honored by your visit.

Robert Lindley October 10, 2014 at 9:55 AM Mystery of women will ever be a man's quest to try to solve. Poetry has many , many beauties and mystery is one of the top five IMHO. Great write my friend!! Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:18 AM Thanks for the visit, Robert. I'm with you on this one. Mystery is sweet. Hugs

Liam Mcdaid October 10, 2014 at 8:41 AM love is the ever guiding light eileen deep very beautifully penned piece dear friend bless you Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:19 AM Liam...thank you for taking the time to visit me and for leaving such kind words at my doorstep! :)

Anne-Lise Andresen October 10, 2014 at 4:33 AM - A touching and lovely poem, dear Eileen - Those who love you will continue to love you .... that is a love that is not a coincidence - Wishing you a beautiful weekend :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 9:11 AM Sunshine...You warm my heart...Always...Even when I'm down. You're one of those people whose heart I know is true...I love you for it!

Justin Bordner October 10, 2014 at 3:28 AM The answer you seek is spoken on your cheek. Mystery is the Mistress of meaning Eileen...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian October 10, 2014 at 3:44 AM Justin....I'm glad you've come to visit me again. I often check to see if you've written something new. I miss your words. Thank you for reading and posting. Mystery is the mistress of meaning....what a line....Don't stay up too late!

Demetrios Trifiatis October 10, 2014 at 2:52 AM A mysterious inner exposure that opens the gates of the soul wide for to pesent the treasure within. Only when eartly eyes are closed the eyes of the soul open for the heavenly truth to see and that is real bliss! Heavenly beautiful dear, Eileen, a seven from me. Eileen Manassian October 10, 2014 at 3:46 AM You are my dear poet. I'm glad that you liked this write and approve of it. Sometimes...too much exposure robs the sense of mystery and awe. Thank you for reading and for commenting so sweetly, and for the seven I am grateful. Filakia