tears 2

again

Tears that roll down and fill the pillows
when heads are concealed in dark blankets
are for no one to see because
no one can and will come to help.
The only regret later is that damp pillows are
hate worthy.

Tears which are about to fall from eyes
let them freeze in eyes as you fall asleep
and dream of dreams which you can only dream
and let them be frames of emotions locked in eyes,
dry and disappeared the next time you wake up

© Nothing Personal. February 7, 2011.

Reviews

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. i have a reservoir of tears ... i'm sobbing so many times every day since so many years ... that i can't remember a time when if i wasn't sobbing ... it was just because i was desperately trying not to ... eben's biggest complaint against me was that i sobbed every day ... i wailed too ... especially after being assaulted ... (i have been violent too, am ashamed to admit it but it's true ... helplessly violent ... to protect myself ... from verbal assaults ... sometimes their incessant flow would just drive me insane ... it would be excruciating ... and afterwards ... i would feel like i would just die of guilt and remorse) ... he was slowly getting better ... and i did for him what i had hoped someone would do for me ... to help me recover from being so insecure that i was violent at the hint of an attack ... unable to take even a whiff of humiliation ... i was crying for the both of us ... i still am ...

. tears have to be shed ... tears must be shed ... pain must be expressed ... and sadness at pain must be expressed ... no expression should be stifled ... and it's really hard to talk about dreams ... when only the worst nightmares seem to be coming true ... yes, life is humbling sometimes ... but it's always painful ... we're happy at only those moments ... when we feel the relief of all past sadnesses after crying for hours and hours ... and laugh suddenly ... three seconds of redemption ... once in a while ... that's happiness, my friend ... even if i forget everything else, i look at the number of people below the poverty line in india ... and i don't know what else constitutes a red alert ... happiness is just those few seconds of redemption ... otherwise, why would i not know where to send a copy of the anthology to the father of the fourth dimension ? ... yes, we have to worry about all those people who are less fortunate than us ... that is the cross we have to bear for being so sensitive and sensible ... first india has to be well ... and then we can say sweet dreams to all indians ...

. sorry again ... poetically speaking ... what can i say ... this is a masterpiece ... that's why i couldn't help but go on and on ... and i can't wait to read part 3 ...