The Love In Your Eyes

A surreal tale of a man who walks into a blind girl's life, whispers beautiful world in her years and loves her so much that he dies to give his eyes to her to see the world.

As I sit beside your grave in this cold and cloudy dawn,

Your name talks to me, my love. Just like old times.

When you were my eyes to the world, it felt so real.

You told me of sparrows chirping through leaves in the rains

And how the fishes swam in the shallow pools in the meadows 

I knew not of the old dusty trucks that were made of dying colors.

And you told me about the rabbits hopping in the cabbage farms.

Darkness in my eyes could barely remember the shades of the world.

As I grew up, everything I knew were turned into black and grey.

Until you arrived and whispered in my ears, of colors that surrounds me.

With so much of love, you slowly rebuilt the world as I last saw it.

And all I knew was that it looked perfect from your eyes that know it.

I remember your silence when I said the world looks nice but how about you

Probably you knew not what to say to make me feel any better

But you didn’t disappear and walked back to me the next day.

You whispered it like a secret in my ears. That you looked no good,

And you couldn't face your own ugliness in front of the mirrors.

People around hated you so much and you desired to live not but for me

It only made me loved you so much more. I hugged you like forever.

For your eyes saw everything so beautiful that I never needed mine.

You said what I never wanted to hear, that your eyes will look good on me.

Now you're dead and your eyes are in me, still alive like a dream.

And the world I see looks so dull, I'd rather hear you tell me of it.

The colors you built in me with your words, makes this world so grey.

You lied to me my love, for I have never seen someone as good as you.

The Village still talks of your charms and they so much seek for you.

You thought it'll make me happy, but I feel naked and so blind now

Only if you had lived for me and didn't die to give those eyes to me.

Now I see what I don't want to see, and live a life I want no more.

Maybe I'll sing stories of your love and die beside your cold grave.

Author's Note

This is grammar crippled and under the total glare of the "poetic license".Kind request to those review it (if you will) as a writer, not as an editor.
Thank you.

Reviews

[Muskan]

There are enormous poems and stories talking about the sacrifice for their loved ones but here is what actually love and sacrifice for it means.
Fantastically composed poetry!
Thank you for a great read Dear Abhishek

[Abhishek Izy]

Hello Muskan, I read this sweet review of yours bunch of days before but couldn't revert due to bad network on my phone and I clearly remember your review excited me. I read it early in the morning and it was joyous and worth a smile.

Thank you for so much of sweetness. Load of love and wishes :)

[Muskan]

You are welcome :-)

[ExposedSiren]

Its so heartbreaking to receive the 'gift of loss'... We hear it often, something that causes an end to one, to benefit another. Its is an addictive and bittersweet feeling. I feel for the voice in the poem. What good is sight if you have nobody to describe it to? Beautifully put, and it feels like a warm cookie on a stormy day, right up the the chills on my arms. Thank you for this.

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you ExposedSiren!!

You have summed it up so very well and I love the way you described how you felt about the poem. It shouts out so much of a happy feelings to me to be acknowledged by another artist. I have just started my day and it already feels great after your reviews.

Thanks again

[Tony]

There are many stories that talk about the loss of a loved one, but this is a really creative story to describe the loss of a loved one. I really like the uniqueness of the loss you create. Like I said the creativity makes it more interesting to read than other stories of lost love.

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you Tony. Your reviews were pretty deep and insightful and needless to say, you just brought in a new and delightful perception with this review. It does makes sense when I think it the way you mentioned.

Again, it elates me when the write, brings out an emotion/feelings into someone and that's such a sweet win for a writer.

Many thanks for your insight and wonderful review

[Tony]

My pleasure!

[Lavi]

The summary alone caught my attention. So powerful to give your eyes to another, the visual alone... just. I admire the way the blind adapt. People call it a disability but I call it learning a new language and enhancing senses once dulled in comparison. How their minds must be so complex because even if they can't see in colors or at all, they can still visualize it and I am intrigued by just what they "see".

Amazing writing. I just struggle to find the words to portray the powerful message youve sent through this poem.

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you again my friend! This was a raw piece, unedited and the thoughts pacefully pushed in. I don’t recollect what made me write it but I guess it might be a strong reason else normally I don’t really get mushy in my writes.
But I’m so happy that it didn’t confuse you and you got the feel.
You have been real kind with your reviews

[Lavi]

I find that oftentimes the most powerful and greatest of poems we may ever write are the one's we write on a whim, a fever of emotion we must write down immediately, that we do not even spare time to edit it, and simply post it waiting with eager eyes to see it completed with our eyes, uncertain of what message we conveyed until the story is finally presented before us.

As for my kindness, I find that to be kind, all you got to be is honest and true :)

[Abhishek Izy]

Well you summed it up so well. Indeed the best of an art always comes off in random moments and as an artist we almost steal time of those moments to scribble it down.

When you say about being “honest & true”; Oh dear, doesn’t it make me more happy about it 😊😊😊

[Lavi]

Haha well, it's like I heard someone say. "I'd rather you tell me the worst truth than the happiest lie." And I thought about how painful the truth is but how it hurts far worse to be comforted by a lie. And so, it is kind to be honest :) and true (believing what you say, perhaps resonating it with yourself). Or as my moto comeback is, "I'm not being sympathetic, I'm empathetic." Because to pity is to literally feel sorry that they didn't have the life you have, that they had to go through that when they could have had something better... like what a rotten thing to say/express XD Whenever someone tells me something from their soul, I share something about myself as well rather than an "I'm sorry" or some such XD But it also depends on who we are and what makes us who we are. We are all living on a different level of understanding but all of us can relate and connect on a wavelength :) If that makes sense... haha.

[Abhishek Izy]

Well that certainly makes complete sense. I’m loving our lil exchange of thoughts. It’s kind of crazy how art gets people from different races and geographies together and plug their thoughts to each other.

Love it

[Lavi]

So true. It just blows my mind to see that people across cities, states, and countries are seeing my words without boundaries or borders or some such in place to separate such universal connection between us. I am glad I made sense, sometimes I wonder if my thoughts have carries to far ahead of my words that they get lost in transition XD

It is nice too. I haven't had a back and forth conversation in a while when we're both online at the same time. It is a great way of keeping pace and tone of the conversation, not having the time and rest of mind to lose the touch with the story read.

[Abhishek Izy]

Is 3:55 AM in Dallas, Texas!!!!!! I hope I ain't keeping you awake. I totally forgot the timelines actually.

But yeah its sweet to have people to talk to. Especially, people with same taste in art and those talks which aren't a catalyst of some impending relationship, but just talks...... little talks of two souls which isn't yet tired of living...

Girl, get some sleep. I ain't taking the blame for your blood shot eyes, next morning, I'm tellin ya!!

;) ;) ;)

[Onlyme]

Oh my, this really got to me. And made me cry. Reading this a very emotional, sincere, beautiful well crafted and articulate, straight forward read. That speaks volumes to me and your readers. Of an unselfish heart and soul. A good person. Who was sadly misjudged by others due to how they looked on the outside. And one took the time to see them for who they really were. Until he meets the blind girl. Who saw him for who he really was a beautiful soul. And when he passed she got his eyes. And now she sees the ugliness the world has to offer. And misses her beloved dear true sweet friend. As he gave her love, happiness and joy. As he saw goodness and beauty in a dark world.

[Abhishek Izy]

This is a very well understood and a review straight from your heart, Dawn. I can feel it. I’m so happy that you liked it. Just woke up to your reviews! You’ve made my day

[Anjeline]

It's beautiful and quite emotional. I really liked the part where she says she doesn't want to see the real world which is not so very good. Keep up the good work 👍

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you for the kind review. I hope you are doing well

[Jade]

WOW! Such a deepness and sadness really, So much emotional through out.

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you Brandie. To be very fair the write is kind of very rich in feeling yet poorly designed, maybe cuz of late I’ve been into humour writing but just had a thought and tried captured it despise of the mind being in fun. But I’m glad if even the minor feeling from the construct reached you. Thank you from my heart