Eyes..speak a lot!

Eyes do speak a lot, they scan the cardiac sensations and instantly reveal the status beneath. However, we today are in a common practice to run beyond our emotions and follow something unusual,which just enhances a momentous harmony. Still we act so optimistic to our beliefs,that we open-heartedly accept the notions and give a room to the satisfaction of being happy.

Yet eyes give a contradictory glimpse to that of our other sense organs and betray the fabricated emoticons fixed on the dim face.Eyes have the potential to hide and expose our instincts and they purposely come in action when we are at the top of our concocted emotions.They also take care of concealing the mighty tears in the corners, just to make a watery impact on the protagonist,who may consider it to be an evidence of satire or an instance of melancholy.Eyes also smile with us when we give a heartious laugh which is a symbol of our internal happiness and purity.This happiness may be a consequence of longing true love or blooming prosperity, which is an indication of the spark and colors in life through the gleaming eyes, full of vigor and charm.  

These eyes can make it possible to melt a bosom as hard as a boulder to a crystal clear potion, by just laying them upon the admirer.The beauty of the eyes lie in the truth beheld in the heart and  mind. Not everyone has the power to express, but every eye has a lot to speak about. Eyes also have the worth to drive out the inapproachable facts endogenous to the one sitting beside.They are magical and illusive too, but one thing they always do is concise themselves when they deceive.
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Divinity Incarnated…

A lady who brings us into light of the world is the embodiment of heavenly powers and credible potential to raise our identity.Certainly we are god’s gift on this planet, but the bearer was always a strong personality camouflaged in a poised drape.Now I wont perplex the situation by mingling my thoughts, as it’s an auspicious occasion of Navratri and we are in a usual fast-stricken routine to deify Goddess Durga and her Nine morphs, and it’ll be impolite of me to signify my analysis on the real Goddess of my life.Still I render shade and comfort in the whimsical lap of my mother, whose ambience I cherish in my ups and downs. 
Tujhe sab h pata haina Maa..
Indeed she is the most serene person in our lives but has the maximum hardships to come over at every instant.There’s no room for her own pursuits and choices, rather there is a constant reminder set for a lifetime to prompt her about the adapted duties and cautions.I am a staunch admirer of this divine personification, who curiously lay her eyes for my glimpse.With the falling of dawn, those lonesome eyes grow deeper in the want of more of me beside her and her heart begins to sketch the anxiety bereft of happiness. This hide and seek goes on all our life with the over increasing excitement and vigor.
 The whereabouts change a lot and yet I figure out that she’s the only one who know my literal present situation in spite of my spontaneous denial to any instance.She’s the mother, the one who go through the utmost pain when I cry a bit and again stand up to lead me out of this melancholy.Being the most beautiful soul in our lives,she carries this placid affection even after her dissolution and instills her blissful essence, sparking our existence.

I wish to hold her for a while and express my love and care for her which she always deserved and make her realize the beauty which she ingrained in everyone’s vitality.I may not be there for her when she needed me the most and just wished to spend some glorifying moments in my presence,but I yearn to visualize her, the void which I carry because I couldn’t make it to her. I wish to get young again to cherish and ponder upon my mother’s affection.