Most of the time eyes think
They see and only then you think
But thoughts can paint
Whatever they want
And eyes just believe and reflect.
The face isn’t a canvas
But a mixing plate
Where colours are the bosses
Strutting around imperiously
Effectively concealing
Their uncertainties.
Everything, including twitches
Blinks, jerks, and impassive facades
Keep driving into large landscapes
Of unreal estimations
And unknown to them
Thoughts smartly remain
The hidden directors
Of the best show on earth…
Like when you turn
And the changing hues on your face
Tell the world your story.
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Arvind Passey
Written on 31 July 2019
