Through My Glare

My face in these eyes; Shining towards the sky all the time My shape is a novel with thousands of chapters. My hair is a forest of thoughts. My eyes are decades of worry. My lips are opened door. My ears receive the howls of the wind. My nose is a statue looking for lost spirit. My body is too weak as Hercules was not, My heart is arrested there searching for freedom. My back is affected by the past as an ancient wall. My hands are wings of bird have just escaped from a trap. My feet are quickly driving me towards the future. To nowhere I’m running without fixed level. I’m sentient enough with my semblance. *** My face on the mirror; I watch a tidy man’s scene with many interpretations. Have a gaze at; it is deep and brightening. Realize the motivation: What really goes on with this reflection? There would be no disturbance; Just give that white pen. I will write about your beauty. I would show some reality about this mood. How mysterious are the man and I? Do not take us with you in this heat time, Do not push us inside your dreams. You will see such dusk, Due to the night is so dark. And I’m just a night bird. *** My face on the murmuring stream; Wet and dry, it is alternative all the time. Do you like this race? All this vitality is carelessly being wiped away, Looking forward the oblivious chair Who has the key of stopping the tragedy? It is forevermore, a simple destiny- Not imagination but messy It causes a bit horror inside the iron core. What is beyond the mountains? The needles in the smooth path are confusing the soul. The soul is still running wild under lovely trees. Trees are inside scary jungle. Though, there is an exit. I’m fixed in my way, And I’m fixed in my way.