March 6, 2014 § 1 Comment
No one saw him the way I did. No one tried to look into his soul and read his eyes.
His eyes were like that endless ocean. Stormy and calm at the same time.
His mind was the most beautiful creation of lord. It was of a special kind.
Like a factory which is always producing new things.
Like a sponge ready to be squeezed.
He had a desire to learn new things. Often experimenting with his dreams.
Now you can call this man shallow and accuse him of countless inhuman atrocities because a beautiful mind requires a strong heart.
A heart so toughened with the mind’s realities.
But it was his soul I seek. The soul being the true being. Body was just a cloth to get dirty. Often washed by spirituality.
It was only his soul that no one but I desired because it was his soul that lite the fire within me.
So get me not that heart that has been broken many a times.
Instead treat me to an opening of his mind.