With all that flame on the surface,
and hiding the softness inside.
They have hope, that you would try
to find glare amidst all the hazy hours.
Love, there’s forever in your eyes.
Your eyes seek truth, because you
cannot fathom, living in the idea of void.
They are yearning to tell you, that you’re
beautiful and you can reach so many heights.
Some angels are born with no feathers,
yet they are capable of making the highest of flights.
You called them boring and brown,but,
it were your eyes which I noticed first.
You envied the ones which others had;
love, only your eyes are filled with stardust.
How could you ever doubt yourself?
Those eyes you embody, so fearlessly bold.
Nobody could ever measure, not even the saints or
the poets; how much your eyes can unravel and hold.
Your eyes are the poem, the poem
of love, stars, and so much else in it.
They are selflessly beautiful, for
they hold on to things, they let things go.
This poem is what leads me to you,
for your eyes are the metaphor,
I have been yearning to write down.
I can no further define them, other than
to say that they are fearless and beautiful;
because to define is to put a stop to it,
to define is to limit.
-aaditya
Aaditya Bajpai 