I see through my eyes and watch the body.
I fail to see the soul standby.
I see through skin and its blemishes
and miss the beauty rooted in.
I see through you
blinded by judgements,
from eyes of a eternal critic,
I fail and just rely on what i see,
blinded by the fantasies and the hopeful desires.
Probably that’s why it speaks,
not more than few glances you and me will stay together for long.
I need to see you through and through,
I need to be with you now and then,
through the pretty and the ugly,
through the hate and the pain.
Only then shall i see us together,
unmoved by the disturbances,
the likes and dislikes,
that fleet by now and then,
and taint our togetherness!
I rather chose to paint it,
with faith and trust,
and watch it shine bright,
in ups and downs,
in sorrows and happiness,
in the storms that are yet to arrive.
Come let me see you through,
Let me see you through the eyes,
that are devoid of the world and mirror the Divine!