Don't look into my eyes, my love For they would reveal to you' How much they've waited for you Waking every night And crying every day For years together And decades of Thirsting for you In their every expression Of silent words they say'
Don't look into my eyes, my love For they would tell you, How they felt tired and lost In their diurnal crusade Of looking at the empty streets Ahead And hoping to see a glimpse, A speck of that fleeting image Of you and you and only you.
Don't look into my eyes, my love For they would overflow with tears, The moment they see their Beloved In you And they would narrate to you In all Silence How very much they missed Seeing you' When they opened Their eyes every morning After every night's trial and error Of falling asleep'
And then waking up In the middle of the night As if petrified of terror Those broken dreams would cause When they have to lose you From their tranquil sleep to The harsh, desolate reality Of you not being there For them.
Don't look into my eyes, my love For they have nothing good to tell you, Besides the pain and the agony Of a lifetime separation They have undergone, Missing you, Needing you, And loving you like Crazy.
As if you and me Were lost parts of a Body And fragmented pieces Of a shattered Soul Trying to solve the Jigsaw Of where to fit in the parts Of existence, love and Togetherness'
So that once if they meet, They don't fall into pieces again And scatter away Like the withered leaves Of the autumn trees Missing each other Unto eternity And searching each other Unto oblivion.
Don't look into my eyes, my love For if you ever look into them, Make them yours forever' So that wherever they go, Whatever they seek Whoever they see' The roads don't look empty Any more Even amidst the crowd Of teeming strangers
For no matter who is there On the streets At home In the market Or the library My eyes would rest awhile Seek respite, In the Assurance Of the Sight That You being there for them To kiss a good night's 'sweet dreams' At the end of their Daily sojourn Of meeting people Reading books And writing poetry'
Like the way I am writing to you now With those very same eyes That await you everyday, my love In their dreams, desires And those very Silent - Endless flow of Ceaseless tears'
