I Love…
I love…
…to hold a bird
…the scent of wet soil
…to jump into a puddle
…to walk when it’s pouring
…setting my paper boat on sail
…watching a baby go to sleep
…to watch a feather as it falls
…to watch a lizard as it catches its prey
…the smell of paint, petrol and new books
…the feeling when a girl whispers into my ears
…thinking what could be my topic for my next post
…to watch a butterfly fly from one flower to another
…the sound of dry leaves getting crushed as I walk over them
…wondering what I would do when I discover my super powers
…thinking of stuffs that I’m gonna ask for when I get three wishes
…dreaming I could go back in time or maybe turn invisible when I wish
…to watch a girl’s lips when she speaks and her eyes when she is quite
…the tickling sensation when a drop of water trickles down on the back of my ears
…to watch a girl cuddle up in my arms and fall asleep with her head on my shoulder
(There’s a lot more to add but “I love being lazy too”)
Eyes
The eye speaks with an eloquence and truthfulness surpassing speech. It is the window out of which the winged thoughts often fly unwittingly. It is the tiny magic mirror on whose crystal surface the moods of feeling fitfully play, like the sunlight and shadow on a still stream.
(H.T. Tuckerman)
Eyes, a pair of sensory organs that lends the power of vision, have been immortalized over the years by poets and writers alike. No wonder, we – the mere mortals – get swept off our feet when we come across a pair of beautiful eyes. Just google a bit and you would come across thousands of songs where eyes have received a lot of attention. I downloaded a few and learnt that even eyes can fight and shoot bullets. :O (Wow! Teach me how.)
Talking about eye colour, it is a polygenic trait and is determined by the amount and type of pigments in the eye’s iris. Details khud padh lena be. Koun kambhaqt in bigyan ki baton mein ulajhna pasand karega. We are better off enjoying the beauty. The colour maybe brown, blue, amber, gray, green, hazel or even the rare red or violet. Whatever the colour might be, it’s just the way they express themselves that makes one go gaga over them.
Eyes speak more than words. It’s easy to fake one’s feelings with words but eyes present a different story. Don’t heed to what I’m saying; don’t listen to what I’m blabbering. Just look into my eyes and listen to what they say, cos they can’t be taught lies. I would simply term them “Nature’s Lie Detectors”. A person can be really understood by looking directly into eyes. No wonder it’s hard to lie when you are maintaining an eye-contact. They are the windows to the soul. In eyes reflect the emotions closest to the heart. Eyes make silence eloquent. To be precise, these little organs lend life to the whole body.
Some eyes threaten like a loaded and leveled pistol, and others are as insulting as hissing or kicking; some have no more expression than blueberries, while others are as deep as a well which you can fall into.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Eyes have found special mention in most stories of love. Couples in love tend to lose track of time as they gaze into each other’s eyes. Shakespeare rightly said, A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind. I find big eyes really intoxicating. I sense in them a depth worth diving into. A friend recently pointed out how much he’s crazy about kajal, mascaras and all… but I believe no add-on can actually improve a thing of beauty – nice big glossy eyes with a hint of kohl at the corners – ah!!! What a sight!
