The Sun in my Eyes

Just a year back
there were so many suns
the rising sun, the morning sun
the shining sun, the evening sun
the setting sun, the crooked sun
the slant sun and the sun
in my heart deep
and the sun in my eyes
that didn't let me sleep
and made my pains arise
and didn't let me close
those blank eyes
that permanently froze
with furious fire within
that burnt throughout the day
and purposelessly stay'd
lurking in those black beads
making an invisible yet invincible
smoke trickle through
the corners
of rain-solidified,
cresent shaped eyes
with vision vaguely immutable.