Their Eyes

On a bright beautiful day. Spring Sun was shining To take some gloom away For darkness surely remained In his eyes of a stray. Neither saw love nor hate Emptied dull orbs stared down Didn't see any angered state Two glances and she knew Another will challenge her fate. Like a pebble against black hole Her eyes again looked up To search pain as a whole Saw a smile so blank and ugly Hurriedly closed her window to soul. A rude voice woke her up Wrinkled face and crooked nose Unconscious mind came to a stop The old man was scolding so bad Asked if she was even aware a drop. The void was long gone His anger was soothing lullaby Inside those eyes like a grey stone She saw anger and pain endured Mesmerized by the life they shone. One with a pair having nothing Another pair with matured grey blur As if in there a world comes to living Even if a blackhole tries to devour There will be eyes to hold onto something.