Blind world

When I see
Eyes are restless
Following the brilliant forms
Where colours are vibrant.

When eyes are shadowed
Thorns Pierce
Heart bleeds
Darkness swallows.

World is nowhere
Colours and forms are myths
Sounds are Touching
Melodious touching soul.

When I walk with a stick
In the darkest corner
Life is valued
A trillion times.

World is real.
Eyes are just a dead toy
Fixed on the face
Wearing a dark goggle.

Foods are just tastes
Foods are scents
As everything prevails
Horizons are vanished.

Sun is just a story
Heat is real
Moon is a myth
Days are vanished.

I can sit in darkness
Walk in darkness
Think of darkness
The world of darkness.

Colours are memory
Light never exists
Snakes are just bites
Swings towards death.

Love is holding hands
Tightly, Taking to nowhere
Where emotions are tears
Heart is tender

Love is God
Thought wildly
Stones are thrown
Where world exists in darkness.


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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the music of the story in your eyes" (Moody Blues)....Rest in peace John Lodge.
Everything creates its own memories. Love creates the best...even when it doesn't work out...we still have the memories and the reminder that we can feel...throw as many stones as you want to at me. They will never destroy my heart.
Excellent poem.

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Thank you friend 😊

[Stella Armour]

Light, is everything , but sadly when it fades we have to re-create so much from memory

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Thank you friend

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[RomaJ]

The blind don't "see" the world as we do. Perhaps, they see only darkness or fractured edges of light and shadow. But what is true and solid, than the color of the sun, than the indifferent sky is love... is holding hands with someone you love, that's warm. That is more beautiful than any sun rise. And God is love.
Roma

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Thank you friend 😊

[Soren]

There are no colors in darkness, color needs light to be seen. There must be life to experience its joys as well as its pains. A poem that calls out of the darkness. It seems a distant voice calling to be released. Nicely written

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Thank you friend 😊

[Soren]

You are most welcome

[Ms claws]

Yes, Love is God. But aren't we allowed to FEEL?
I blocked you when I thought a "virus" was destroying this site.
I am so sorry.
Your writes are powerful!

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend.