The windows to my soul

the windows  to my soul

are not my eyes lined with kohl

it’s these pages I write with zeal

to free the voices locked in the embers

of life’s burning coal

There are different inks to give the links

and express the way I feel

From the ink of tears I share my Pain

and the Hope I transpire from the nectar

of dreams wished to render

 

However the bane is just the same

as eyes give their secrets

when they shift or dilate

My weaknesses are as easy to read

 

when what’s omitted becomes a riddle

to solve the tampered thoughts unwritten

of the smitten child  hidden in the middle