Eye of the Heart

I see people walk by and give me a fake smile when they look at me..

I hear people giving false praise just to get something done from me..

I see people talk just because they can..

I have people trying to be in touch with me just in case..

I have people hating to live what they are but living like they don’t have a choice..

I know people who take what they want irrespective of anything whatsoever..

I have people serving everyone they meet and badly disappointed by what they get in return..

My old people still believe that we are puppets of the God..

My young generation feels they are ruined by the past..

Someone is happy getting an expensive dress..

Someone is happy hurting someone else..

I know people who ill treats others just because they feel they are superior..

I know people trying hard to live a better life..

I know people who feel they are heroes..

I know people counting their life in terms of money they earned..

I know men who abuses women..

I know people who feel very bad about their lives and feels so let down on every step of it..

I see people looking for a change and keep waiting for it..

I have seen people die out in vain..

I know people who feels they know everything..

I know and know the other kind of people who do just the opposite of these people..

I know I have known nothing..

I know more about myself and yet do nothing..

When the unknown is so much and is almost everything, How shallow are we trying to own things..

Why are our eye veins convey signals to the shallow mind and not to the heart..

Why are we gone weaker than the mind..

Why is the mind using us and made us addictive and not the other way..

What is that forcing us against the will of the heart..

Why we fail to see through the eye of the heart..

Why we do things when we still know its wrong..

What makes things right and wrong..

There are always been these two polarities of life and the extremes always hurt..

Why cant we be just at the center of it..

The best answer I know is drop the whys..

But I keep wandering between the extremes unable to settle myself..

I m still at the beach waiting for the ocean to absorb me into it..

Shallow are the eyes..

See beyond and don’t see nothing.

Love

Karthik Vasan B