It has the capability of taking you back to those memories of
school and college days and yet get you back to the real morning rays. From Nagaland
to England they can take you to those deep memory lanes and blank gaze.
They witness everything from boredom to torture, from living
to dying, from witnessing the birth of a new born to the death of an old one. Have
you ever thought, the pain that your eyes hold? The realization came in late to
me as well, and the day I realized the pain and grief of my eyes, I decided to
pen it down. Not to sound lame or insane, but only to give you that vision that
there is something there, deep down inside you that is witness of all you do
and see every day.
They cannot scream out and express their pain, and hence say
it all through a medium of rain. Rain that occurs when they are hurt and your
heart is paining. This rain occurs rarely for few of us, while drops down
frequently for the rest of us.
For they say it, that your eyes say it all. From your
feelings to emotions, from your pain to grief, from your broken heart to eating
the lemon tart. They say and speak a language that is understood by all,
irrespective of what religion, caste or creed you belong to; they say” Your
eyes speak a lot”!
Well, in that case, I have a question to ask, if my eyes
said it all, why is it sometimes my words are considered and given more
importance than what my eyes are saying. Why is it that I still see, a young teenager
crying in pain, for her loved one did not identify the language she spoke in
the rain. Why is that there is still brutal killing and irrational living? For the
poor are still suffering and the rich are still dominating. Why is that no one
can read those eyes, eyes that are asking for a proper meal and I am sure it is
not such a big deal.
Why is that my country is still flourishing with corruption
and unable to identify the greedy eyes? Why is that women are still considered
weaker to men, even after holding a 49% share. I am going off the topic, but
certainly I don’t care, as I am speaking a language that I understood by all
and it is only because I am hurt, and can do little, and so I am penning it
down.
My eyes are tired now, they need some rest, because each day
they are put to a different test. They have their own needs, they only ask for
peace and harmony as they are tired of witnessing the dirty game of hypocrisy. They
don’t demand of exotic outdoor locations, all they need is some relaxing
moments.
From pollution to corruption, from no where to somewhere let
me tell confess to you my dear eyes, you are my sole companion in this journey
what they call it life. Without you, I would not be able to witness the beauty
of nature and the god given creature. Now that I have realized your
significance in my life, I promise to take care of you and protect you from bad
omens; for I now you have little time in this world and want to see you off
with all the happiness.
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