Her eyes held a universe of secrets waiting to be unraveled.

A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.

A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.

Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.

why is it bittersweet
when you wander in my mind
since you sent me your eyes in a frame,
a moment in time, forever confined

you stared ahead , lost in the view
and I wished it was me you were looking through

so hollow and deep , it pulled me near
blurring my sight , dissolving my fear
my world grew smaller, my mind went still
a warmth that burned , yet gave me a thrill

I fear if your gaze ever met mine,
you'd swallow me whole - and I'd think it was divine

I thought I was special.
You looked at me with those eyes
Those eyes that were only for me.
Or so I thought.

But I realized
How you look at everyone
With the same gaze
And I sighed.
Due to heartbreak or relief
I don't know.

Why did I have to fall in love with you?

By Imran Ahmed

Pain Is The Sky When It Crumbles And Crashes Burying Your Dreams Beneath Its Merciless Suffocating Weight,

Pain Is The Storm That Shreds Your Body Apart Each Raindrop A Blade Each Gust A Scream Of Despair,

Pain Is The Spell That Binds Your Soul In Chains Locking Your Light Within A Prison Of Endless Night,

Pain Is The Knife That Kisses Your Vena Cava Spilling Rivers Of Agony From A Wound That Never Heals,

Pain Is The Flood That Drowns Your Veins In Sorrow Surging Through Arteries With Waves Of Torment Untamed,

Pain Is The Poison That Clogs Your Throat A Venomous Chokehold Stealing The Last Breath Of Your Fading Hope,

Pain Is The Grinder That Severs Your Head Gears Of Suffering Crushing Every Whisper Of Sanity You Owned,

Pain Is Euphorbia Burning Your Eyes A Venomous Bloom That Blinds You With Tears Of Eternal Regret,

Pain Is Her Love False Yet Intoxicating Stealing Your Life While Leaving You Chained To A Grave Of Longing,



She Is Both The Pain And The Drug Of That Pain A Curse You Crave A Torment That Lasts Forever.

In the quiet of a moonlit night, Jamil stands still, surrounded by the whispers of his own heart. Each eye—each voice within him—begins to speak, each sharing its own perspective on love. They reveal the depths of their thoughts, all of them united in one truth: that love, in its countless forms, is the most profound and intricate experience one can know. And so, Jamil listens, his heart wide open, as the eyes of his soul speak to him in rhymes and rhythms, each offering their own vision of love.

Starry Eyes:
“Love is the light that whispers on high,
A glimmer that dances in the midnight sky.
Infinite, silent, it guides with grace,
A celestial touch in time and space.”

Caring Eyes:
“Love is the warmth in a tender embrace,
A healing touch, a soft, kind face.
It’s the quiet that soothes, the gentle hand,
A steady heart that helps you stand.”

Practical Eyes:
“Love is built on time’s steady beat,
A promise kept, a vow complete.
It’s not in fleeting passion’s fire,
But in quiet work and hearts that aspire.”

Jealous Eyes:
“Love is a treasure, delicate and rare,
To guard it close with tender care.
A flame that flickers, a spark to keep,
Guard it well, lest it fall too deep.”

Fierce Eyes:
“Love is a storm that cannot be tamed,
A fire that burns, an unquenchable flame.
It sears the soul, it takes no pause,
Love is the wildest of untamed laws.”

Shy Eyes:
“Love is a whisper, soft and shy,
A glance, a smile, a secret sigh.
It blooms in silence, like a flower in the dark,
Hidden, yet bright, with a silent spark.”

Broken Eyes:
“Love can break, but still it mends,
A crack in the heart that time defends.
From the ruins, it rises anew,
Love’s strength is born from pain we knew.”

Open Eyes:
“Love is endless, wild and free,
A dance of joy, a storm at sea.
It is both light and dark combined,
A journey, unbound, for hearts to find.”

Lustful Eyes:
“Love is the heat, the touch, the fire,
A blaze that burns with fierce desire.
It flares up sudden, wild and free,
A breathless chase, a symphony.”

Gorgeous Eyes:
“Love is beauty, a divine creation,
A canvas of light, a sweet temptation.
It’s the art that makes the soul take flight,
A vision that dazzles, pure and bright.”

Jamil:
“Now I see, love’s many hues,
A fire, a whisper, a moment that renews.
It is fierce and soft, in every part,
A dance of soul, a work of art.”