ALSphere Foundation
The lens seems murky yet manageable,
I close my eyes – to discover,
Something that was mine- akin to soul,
Excitement, a bit of bewilderment, a nomadic streak,
The ‘eyelids’- a struggle to stay still.
The cornea, pupil, iris- the drivers,
Accelerating on the road to life,
Speed breakers at images, bends on situations,
A keeper of visual truth-unrecorded, untold,
In the deep darkness – a story embracing.
Eyelids in meditation, countenance angular,
Vibrations pulsating through the yoga t-shirt,
The fancy Nike track pant in nirvana,
Those unnecessary, multitude distractions – shut,
The closed eyes breathing ‘only self’.
Romance, diligence, humanity – it dwells here,
Chaos, doubt – those Romeo cliffhangers,
Inside the closed eye- a narrative drama,
All the answers flying like ‘Rafale aircrafts’- unstoppable,
You simply need to see – closed.
