Eyes are gateways to souls
Revealers of thoughts and desirers
Molesters of the human heart…
Medusa’s stare
That leaves you paralyzed
An idol of some weird sort
That walks and talks (or rather jitters)
Lives under the cloak of fear and
Or Brutus’ warm look of comfort
Someone always to trust…
One look of false hope
One look of betrayal
And perhaps that girl who doesn’t go out anymore
Who wants to play in the summer sun but cannot
Because of critical glances of prejudiced people
Or the vipers that ogle at her
Or when you like Socrates or Jesus or Muhammad (peace be upon him)
Say something extra ordinary
Not exactly what is considered conventional?
The perspective that’s not like them all
Creates a rebellion, “Down, they say, with the new thought”
You do not require poison or ropes or lashes to make one cry
All one needs is disapproving, judgmental eyes
And what about the soothing in a mother’s look
Or the innocence of a new born girl
Or your kitten that stares at you after it’s done something wrong
And what about their look
That warms you to the depth of your soul
Or eyes that stare vividly, waiting
For the prize that they can just taste
What about the hope that glistens, the faith?
There’s a magic, a trance in eyes
Which they say are gateways
And even if your words betray
They reveal what your mind says…
