Forms of Eyes.

These eyes are changing every moment,
By weighing each and everything,

Somewhere like a dagger,
To make a sharp look,
 
Sometimes the spill binding eyes,
Filled with full of intoxication,

How much thrust is there,
That can't be quenched at all,

They have their language,
Gesture, power and dice,

They have many forms and names,
Like black, blue, cat and thorny,

Showering cinder, the red eyes,
They hurt others by blinking eyes

swinging, dancing and singing eyes,
Sometimes, become magnetic eyes....