If a tree had eyes,
And man had a conscience
What would happen
When their eyes meet?
Category: Perspective (Page 5 of 20)
All day, Every day,
Ever since time,
The sky has been saying
That it is not the color blue
Yet,
Have your eyes ever listened?
Can they?
And one fine day,
Ever since our fight,
You have been saying,
‘I do not love you anymore’
Yet, would my eyes ever listen?
Would they?
That’s the blindness man is blessed with,
The sky is not blue,
The love has gone sour,
Yet,
All we would see is Blue
And I would see is Love…
Riddled in riddles of reality
Removed from rationalisation
How do I explain this blindness?
If the sky is blue to you,
Why is my love such a surprise?
Perhaps, you will only know,
When you look into your eyes,
Through my eyes.
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I saw, a blind man pray
And, I realised
How little I could feel
How little I could see.
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The adult worries
The child wonders
The adult wonders why a child doesn’t worry
The child worries why an adult doesn’t wonder
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Don’t go out into the sea
Looking for the sun.
Wait
The light is on it’s way to you
A Sapling always looks up to a tree,
A Tree never looks down upon a sapling
That is the only way how,
Forests are created.
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In nature,
Arrogance is unheard of
Even the sun makes way
For stars…
It must be the love for life,
That the Sun and Earth Swirl,
At just the right distance.
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That day,
When you looked into my eyes
There was no need to speak,
The silence affirmed,
To our love so blind.
But today,
Our eyes don’t meet,
Over years, love grows weak,
And we are led apart by a silence,
Of a different kind.
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In a cemetery I found
A love, lasting and true
A dog sleeps
Next to his master’s grave.
Photo :Ryan Walton