World used to move, is moving and will move further, faster and finer in the nearing future. People will change, so will destinies, styles, phases and cultures. But all this has passed, is passing and will pass very calmly behind these hazel eyes. The shatters, tatters, troubles and joys all matter only for a moment. All the elements of life, the events, moments and experiences combine to form one strong and everlasting, influential, memorable component in the hearts and minds of mortals. I see lots of things I want and even don’t want to keeping mum with a light head. I sense good and bad, measure the ups and downs, the fading of pinks to greys and blues to browns. I see many characters around who go through drastic changes rising up to graceful divas and then plummeting to comic clowns. Some aspects of life are very beautiful, others are bizarre. But everything is just in a ‘come-and-go’ phase of life. Everything is an integral part of life’s business bazaar where all is bought and sold, all is either told or not told and where the new is praised and old is subjected to scoffs and scolds. I see so much and all of it goes down my heart. Life sometimes seems to be a manageable craft, sometimes a difficult art where all the colorful pictures of this moving life are caught behind these hazel eyes. Why does life be so blatantly truthful, why does it provoke and why does it slowly choke? I want to pitch something on these two hazel eyes, two sly criminals who sometimes tear me into pieces by being the mirror of life and showing me the good-bad-worse equation of it while being a well wisher of sorts ready to offer help. Why do they make me understand, memorize and recall what I have forgotten forever? Why do they recap the picture of my life which is worth a shit hole for me now? I don’t feel or find pleasure in seeing the nitty-gritty of this world which has corrupted and is dying of it’s own folly. I just want to secure my little place in this mad, hustle-bustle of so-called, very precious life. But my sins, my madness, selfish designs, repentances, amends and unstructured survival pattern is again caught behind these hazel eyes. These eyes are so wise, they are the reality checks of this world’s secrets. They see all, tell none. But they are the only ones who understand all in sums, whether in moon-lit nights or under screaming suns. They are there to check your conscience out and make your self shiver at a wrongdoing. They are there, the hazel eyes to bring back on path the ‘gone- astray’ human being. Behind these hazel eyes is a magic, the magic of life which would not be as interesting as it is without them in command. They are the ones who create a musical mayhem from this life having a sane and silly mix of logic, love, wisdom and vice versa. The hazel eyes are the reasons you can live or die for, they are always in demand.