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 will pass, has passed and will pass very calmly, very normally behind these hazel eyes. The shatters, tatters, troubles and joys all matter for a moment, all the elements of life make one strong and everlasting, influential, memorial component in the hearts and minds of mortals. I see lots of things I want to and lots which I don’t want to also, I sense good and bad, feel the ups and downs, the shading of pinks to greys and browns.But unknowingly, I see myself changed into all characters from the graceful ones to comic clowns. Some aspects of life are very beautiful, some are bizarre. But everything is just in a ‘come and go’phase of life, all is an integral part of business bazaar where everything is bought and sold, everything is either told or not told and where the new is praised and old is made a subject of 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 and all the colourful pictures of this moving life are caught behind these hazel eyes. Why does it be so truthful, why does it provoke and why does it slowly choke. I want to ask something to these two very wanted criminals in my self who sometimes tear me into pieces and sometimes some help. Why do they make me understand, memorise and recall what I have forgotten forever? Why do they show me the picture of my life which is worth a shit hole for me now? I don’t feel or find pleasure to see the nitty-gritty of this world which is dying of its own folly. I just want to make myself secure in this mad hustle bustle of so-called very precious life. But my sins, my repentences, amends, my madness, selfish designs 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 ones who understand all in sums whether in moon-lit nights or screaming suns. They are there to check you out and make your self-shiver at a wrongdoing, they are there, the hazel eyes to bring 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. They are the ones who create a musical mayhem-of life, logic and love.