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Reflecting Eyes!!

It was long after the Maghrib Azaan roared through out the city. I raised my hands for a prayer, a prayer for people I love. I closed my eyes for a second and then reopened, reopened them just to see a familiar pair of eyes staring back at me..hidden somewhat by the morning newspaper that I kept on the side table. Your eyes keep staring like that always..sometimes they seem empty, sometimes vibrant. I am still unable to figure out how eyes speak, and how I read them. But.. they reminded me of the time when I was in the mosque, as the crowd stood up, I could see them, a pair of eyes staring at me, concerned, eyes so like mine.. and as I blinked they were gone, I peeked, pried, tried to find them again, but to no avail. Though I saw them just for a few seconds, I could see the striking resmeblence b/w ur eyes, and those.. were they your eyes, or was it you??? but how could it be you?? and if it wasn't you, how could the eyes be yours?

I now think perhaps I saw my reflection, maybe it was me staring at me.. was it a dream, a hallucination, an imagination or a reflection from the past.. I don't know.. but maybe in those I could see my own..those eyes reflected my own.. same feelings I could capture in those few seconds.. and same feelings I see in those eyes that are half hidden by the newspaper.. after all we are the same, me part of you!! forever, and I think nothing can change that fact!!!

Comments

Anonymous said…
WoW. It flew over my HEAD. I am copying,

" Apne bekhwaab kuwaarroun ko muqaffil ker lo, Ab yahan koi nahee, koi nahee aye ga.

-Faiz"

I hope you don't mind. No more blogging I guess?
Karachiite said…
Patriot, yeah ofcourse you can copy faiz's couplet...

dont have much to blog now..
Floo said…
wow ... i just finished reading all you recent posts .. theyre amazing!! this post was too..
awesome blog! Ima watch it
Ramadhan Kareem btw
Wassalaam
Karachiite said…
Welcome floo.. thank God ur name spells floo n not flu.. :P else i'd not be welcoming... :P
Floo said…
^hehe :P
its actually the shorter version of
'FlooFishy' >.<
Anonymous said…
Interesting
I could see the striking resmeblence b/w ur eyes, and those.. were they your eyes, or was it you??? but how could it be you?? and if it wasn't you, how could the eyes be yours?
explain ths pls if u dont mind
Karachiite said…
well..its just abt a resemblance of someone who is no more.. like similarity in facial features.. n true similarity, so much so that someone doubts if it is that lost person..

hope that helped.
Anonymous said…
Is it a story or your experience may I ask u tht if you dont mind
Karachiite said…
an experience!!
sorry human, i just saw ur comment today!!!

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