My Closed eyes...

My closed eyes…

Shut up in a world,
of complete darkness;
Isolated,
from the commotion
and merriness outside,
My closed eyes
trap me
in a world
of loneliness,
Of my own…

Visions…
Of rainbows,
stretching across the horizons;
Of Early primroses in the spring,
with the dew pearls
shining on them,
Of eternal bliss…
My closed eyes
Hold me
in a world,
Of my own…

Heavenly mountains
blessed with,
Pure white rivers,
Cascading down them,
Ending up in soft white foam…
As white as milk, they say,
My closed eyes
Leave me,
In a world,
Of woven dreams,
Of my own…

My closed eyes…

Knowing,
Through the ignorance,
The Butterflies-
Of different hues;
As blue as the summer sky,
As bright as
The rising sun;
They say…
But,
All are unknown
To my closed eyes…

Seeing,
through the darkness,
The twilight-
has its own range
of colours,
They say…
But,
All are unknown
To my closed eyes…

But little do they know,
That my eyes
Do not recognize
the vibrance;
As all the colours,
blend into darkness…
For me-
The sky’s blue,
The milk’s white hue
are all but known…
As, my eyes show,
the same darkness
when opened as
My closed eyes…

My closed eyes…