Breaths

I don’t know it’s love or something else, But when I don’t see you at least once in a day, Don’t like to speak, when constrained to speak, I don’t listen to my words as to what I say, It’s your sight that is life, like a wave it travels, Through the eyes to the soul via heart of the clay! Eyes speak on behalf of my beating heart, Could you look into eyes, I’m waiting for the day, When the eyes will meet and will say something, We’ll see the game, if any, they play, The lips may smile and the music of speech, May be felt by the heart and body may say, Now regret the time in refrains you lost, How many breaths are left, who can say?