For Your Eyes Only...

From the first time we met, there had been sparkle in her eyes. I loved to stare at it. But what I loved most was how it glared at me when I wasn't looking. It was her eyes.
I wanted to take things slow. Recovering from a break-up , I just knew that if I pushed thru without the patience, she'd somehow slip away. I really liked her. After a long time of recovering from a traumatic relationship, this has been the first to bring me back in the game.
So I introduced her to my friends, even though we were also just newly introduced to one another. My best friends. My right hand guy. This is so that she would feel comfortable hanging around with me coz it was a sure shot that she'd like my friends. From then on that's how everything changed.
Sensing a little competition between me and my trusted right hand guy, I tried to do everything I could to keep up with the game. Luck sure wasn't on my side. My right hand guy, whom I taught every trick in the book, was fast on a streak with almost everything. With every trick he pulls, I counter. the problem is most of them were counter-proof.
Still, there were the long stares of the shining pearl-like eyes. Sometimes, when everybody were busy chattering we would battle glares. She'd end it with a smile that could melt even the highest of them cold icebergs. It was the only security I needed to know that I was still there. That I mattered.
A night came just like any other. I couldn't wait to see her. The smoothness of her face, her smile, her grace, her glow...the sparkle of her eyes. It was her eyes.
There she was sitting alone. Her fingers clasped on each. Her legs crossed. A rose on her lap. her head bent. She looked up at me. There was no more sparkle. Beside her, my right hand guy sat. Placing a hand on her palm. A kiss.
She looked my way. A glitter on her eyes. As if a plea to make me take her. A revelation deep within those very eyes that told me I wasn't there when I was needed. A little too late and there was nothing else to do.
The ship had sailed...but what was worse, I was aboard it and I wasn't supposed to. In her eyes I'd always be. The ride's painful. Until now it goes forth to following the journey. I wish I could get-off. But it was her eyes. It was her eyes.

The Bohemian Dogma

Freedom, truth, love. These are some of what the "children of the revolution" stand for. A perfect way to live life. The prefect notion for a care-free world. Alas, only a few are given the guts to follow the path.
Why can't I skip and jump along this road? Why do I go thru with my days in appalling ways? The mere reasoning of which I can't afford to. But, ahhh, money. Its just what makes living difficult.
I can't afford to have freedom for my world is a prison. I am imprisoned to this tyranny of which I am both the prisoner and the warden. For everything I do, I get the blame for. Its like knowing that a quicksand lies in front of me but despite the consequence I take a further walk into its pits, taking with me not even my footsteps and coming to the bitter end.
I can't afford to be honest for the truth would destroy my only masterpiece...a pride so high that've been built in towers by blocks of lies. With it I gain my false honor. If it were a kingdom, I would be the king and if the truth were conquerors, from my throne I'd be descended with nothing but shame.
I can't afford to love for love is one that can't be bought.I can't afford to love for the payment of love would be my life. It would end spontaneity. If I'd live a world of nothing but dull days filled with no tantra, I'd rather be a monk in the temples of buddha for I would have then not known how much beauty lies in the hands of the mother-of-all-temptress...the world.
There are always options. But these options are not what matters. Its the matter of how one chooses. Its not always easy to make a choice. Actually it never is. Not even over coffee or tea. Why? Because only a few are given the chance. And what's worse is...alas, only a few are given the guts to follow the path.