The faraway eyes to a far-off place.

The faraway eyes to a far-off place.

I'm bidding farewell to the emotions of Your faraway eyes looking at a distance.

It is a farewell to the voidness that faces the nature of the two-way streets.

Those streets bother me.

Despite having no information or communication, it influences my assumptions and interpretations.

I know those eyes,

They are not angry with me.

My emotions tied to your gaze, used to save my vision, now turn out to be challenging.

The process wants me to shake my hands with the reality of situations.

Your eyes are in the form of destiny. I feel the pinch of uneasiness that seems to be fated!

It helps me manage my expectations, therefore, confront and accept the realities with a more grounded and realistic perspective.

The Efforts act like treasure.

It allows one to bear the broken pieces with grace!

I must confess.

The heart of endurance knows.

The tragedies happen in the skies of the heart.

And they are not always meant for pouring out the rain,

but eventually, by preserving through the challenging moments, one emerges stronger and becomes appreciative of the joy reflecting from the following rainbow of eyes.

This sadness has a brave art of a sailing heart.

It encapsulates the wheels of sorrow, ready to embrace the necessary and unavoidable cup of suffering.

©shivpoetesspriya