I see the world through you

'Don't look into my eyes' ...she had written

'I don't want to see this world anymore' ..

I read it and could not understand ...

What she meant ...

 

Was she saying that 'I look into your eyes and see the world ... you are my mirror' ...

I was a mirror once when my clear sparkling conscience reflected whatever it saw..

No exaggeration , no adulation, no pretence ....

Where did I lose it .. down some road of achievement ...

 

She meant maybe 'I see the world as you see it ... you are my window'

My senses are fogged now ... right or wrong is not the question ...

I cant seem to see things as they numbed by my many layers of  pretences ..

As I climbed higher the space was airless, musty and moldy ...

I had shut the window to the world of tree lined streets and gurgle of innocent voices

 

Or she was crying out to say ... 'I see the world where you see it ... you are

my compass .. due north..'

Due North ... what fun it was discover where I was going, what I was doing ...

Now directions are useless... they mean nothing..

I am going somewhere without going anywhere ...

A life surviving .. without living...

 

She was saying ...' look at me and tell me what the world is out there like now...

Because what I see in your eyes is the death of what we believed in once'

 

I see now and hear too .....

I understand no.. I know that it was I who saw the world through her ...

She was my mirror, my window , my compass..

But one day I turned ... lured by the sounds beyond ... and I turned blind...

 

Darling .. do not shut me out , do not stop looking..

Because your eyes are my world ... I look in them and I see myself ...

I want to see again, listen again...live again...

 

 

 

(Inspired by one of my friends orkut album pics .. title..

the first line of the poem is the title ..

I was quiet intrigued by it and what she meant.. and hence ..this ) 

Written on 23rd May, 2008.