Eyes… Our Lunette Windows
written by: Monika Ajay Kaul
The mystical eyes,
we can see through with.
See the agony.
As well the clemency.
They discern the chaos.
Concoction of every emotion,
of each and every soul.
An art, so unique.
Eyes don’t lie.
They follow through..
the very complications,
surrounding the realities.
Eyes don’t judge.
Beyond and behind them,
often the optics transpose.
What we look at, we don’t dare to see.
They see the truth.
Not about the form or colour,
but about the essence;
that these peepers do sense.
Eyes are beautiful, darling.
They love, they cherish.
And perceive the soul.
Rancours are behind the scene stories.
Born in the breathtakingly beautiful vale of Kashmir, Monika Ajay Kaul has had her schooling done there. A Post-Graduate in Business Management from New Delhi, an Academician by profession. She is passionate about writing poetry and short stories. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies of World Artists and Writers. Currently a full-time toiling mother. Besides writing, she is a painter too. Giving wings to her imagination through Beautiful Colors and Wuthering Words. As she has rightly put it into words, "Give wings to your imagination..and let your ingenuity fly..!"
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