My eyes-the truth within

My eyes hold dark pools of nostalgia,
sneak into them and see the images;
but be careful not to disturb them,
for tarnished memories wipe away the lovely faces.....


My eyes hold infinite emotions,
each fabricating its own tale;
but do not try to play with them,
for each hurt makes them fade and pale.....


My eyes hold the thread of dreams,
each one having a colorful hue;
but these loose ends scatter everywhere,
the ones that get knotted are very few......


My eyes hold the mirror of truth,
crystal clear and once so bright;
but the shadow of fear is lurking behind,
making them close and recline in fright.......


My eyes hold the key to my heart,
every evidence of life hidden inside;
but facing the world and its harsh norms,
it is better if I let them hide.....