Someone told me look in their eyes
See if he/she shakes on your stare
See if they waver in your eyes
They may dress nice and pretty
They may be short or tall
Black or white, thin or fat
But look into their eyes
Every eye tells you a story
A language not often spoken out
I try looking at their eyes
“1..2..3..SMILE” shouts a photographer
But I look into his eyes and it tells a different story
“I…love…you, you mean the world” but something in his eyes told me another story
The hesitation in his voice, the stare away from her told me another story
“Money brought me happiness” tells a millionaire but the eyes of his tells me another story
“I need no companion” but the eyes speaks something different
We often speak what we really don’t mean
Just as “f*** off” comes easy than “sorry” and “thank you”
May be it is because we are not the beautiful blossom
Because we are not the flower that is beautiful and smells sweet
Because we are human with bunch of complicated emotions
And that is why we have the eyes
Not just to see but to tell a story
A story often not spoken out with spoken language
P.S: random wandering thoughts & for my writing pleasure
Wandering Thoughts 