The Eyes Still Burn

The eyes burn of a distant smoke

of the left over ashes of a memory, bygone

Fire put off by the waves of plunder

Done by words of a cold, cold heart.

Put fire to the stove,

the entire village was burnt..

It has now been days,

since the fire was raised, raised again.

Only after the tear drops were smothered

that the stench of the smoke was felt

Some hidden memories, came along a fenced window

and faded away, on a second thought, thoughts forlorn.

In the tides of reflections, once ashore

Now tumult in a nature, yet unexplored

The burning eyes, red with the stench,

still keep searching, the search goes on.

Questions arise out of nowhere,

answering the doubts of this lifeless village,

Why do these eyes still burn

when the rain has long, long gone..