My Green World

By Bilal Salman Ahmad

Your eyes aren’t just green—

they’re entire worlds I fall into,

meadows after rain,

forests that breathe life back into me,

rivers that carry me home

when I’ve been lost too long.

They are the shade of leaves kissed by spring,

the promise of growth in everything.

They hold my tomorrow, my hopes, my plans,

the softest future resting in your hands.

When I look at you, I don’t just see—

I live in the color staring back at me.

Two emerald lanterns that light my way,

that turn my night into gentle day.

Your eyes are oceans, endless and wide,

they pull at my soul like the moon pulls the tide.

I drown in their depths, but I never despair,

because if I die there, I’d be glad to stay there.

They’re quiet gardens where prayers take root,

where silence itself starts bearing fruit.

Every glance is a hymn, every blink is a song,

they remind me of where my heart belongs.

 Your green eyes hold my joy, my fears,

the laughter of years, the ache of tears.

They hold the love I’ve waited to find,

the universe placed in two orbs of your mind.

And if the world were to crumble, the stars to fall,

I wouldn’t mind losing it all—

as long as your eyes still found me there,

as long as their green still lit the air.

So let them stay with me, through storm or skies,

because my whole world lives inside your eyes.

Not just the present, not just the now,

but the future I dream of, written somehow.

And if one day I forget my name,

or lose myself in sorrow or shame,

I’ll look to your eyes, and I’ll remember it all—

the reason I rise, the reason I call.

Your eyes aren’t just green.

They are the future I choose.

The colour of faith I can never lose.

The place I belong, the home I’ve won,

my world, my forever—

all in one.

By Bilal Salman Ahmad