What a beautiful language is the language of eyes 👀..!!!.

You all may wonder what am I telling but the truth is eyes speak 🗣️ more than  mouth👄.

This language is so beautiful that one cannot lie through it. Eyes 👁️ only know the truth to speak. It's so amazing if everyone learn how to read the eyes of other , but no not everyone understands that . Do you know the reason of it? Because to understand the language of eye a person must know the feeling of other people but in today's world feelings of other's is the least thing we care about . It's a beautiful communication once you start to know about it you , would be mesmerized how can a person all emotions are conveyed in that one black and white thing, how the transperency is maintained between heart and the eyes 👀 of person.

It has it's own vocabulary very hard to understand yet a very simple language.

They say , “Some cry through tears and some through the thought but both can be felt on the eyes.”

There is a spark in your eyes. They have great capacity not because of the colour they hold in but because of the words they hold within. Our eyes are the reflection of our spirit.It is said that the eyes are the mirror of the soul and there is a lot of truth in it. Your eyes are the doorway to your heart. They reflect your emotions and your inner being. A lot can be concluded from the expression of your eyes. Thus, it is no wonder that eyes have been the source of inspiration to poets, authors, and artists since time immemorial. Beauty is something how you feel inside and that reflects through your eyes , it is not physical appearance ever.

Not all the things are meant to be said but they are meant to be conveyed. Sometimes it's even difficult to know the real intention of the person but the eyes cannot hide them.

It is always a different conversations when the eyes are meeting with the person.

A short kind of poetry that I have wrote on eyes:-

         My emotional box- my                                eyes   👀 

There is a ocean which don't have water but the courage in it,

It is as as calm as a sea yet as restless as tides in it,

Wisdom flows in it as the brook in the river,

As crystal clear emotional pond, which don't know how flow in front other's, 

Yet a overflowing street gutter every time when I look into it, when alone.