A Friend Unseen ...........

It's strange to have a friend

That you have never hugged

Lightly touched their arm

Or looked into their eyes

But ...

They have touched your soul

Felt their heart 

Been embraced by

The warmth of their being

A friend unseen

Is not a friend untouched

The eyes of the soul will gaze

The heart will embrace

The image will stand tall

But ..

only in dream

~ A River Of Tears ~

 





Meandering through the corners of the Eyes,
Few drops of liquid fall,
Men called it Tears,
Pain, joy, fear and lovely memories all it expresses,

Following a line, crossing the cheek,
Wetting the face, like drops of pearl they shine,
A silent symbol of pain,
A testimony of mind's agony,
A natural catharsis of the emotional and physical stress,
A way to feel better, a path to solace,

Heart gives the first signal when the river of tear is going to be on the high tide,
It may be the time you had a baby, it may be the time you met with an accident,
May be the time your loved one bid you a final goodbye,
May be you won a prize,
May be you lost a game after years of working hard,

Be it a joy or a pain,
Heart begins to feel heavy, face anxious,
Stimulating the tear buds, eyes experience a whirlpool
Often you try, but you can't control,
Tears are such, if they once start, you can't stop,
Defying all the laws of dynamics,
They break free the chains of eyes,
And start flowing till they dry,

Assumed as a sign of weakness, they are hardly those,
For they represent a source of strength,
For all I could do when I saw the distance between you and me growing,
Was to let these Tears answer everything,
Conveying all the love, all the grief, in few drops of water,

Now, when you are infinitely separated,
I have made a river of Tears,
and I sail my life-boat often in it, in times of desperation,
Searching you on the shores of memory,
Often I get your glimpse, often I don't,
I emerge out from it as a winner, defying all odds...
But still with few drops of Tears on my cheek,
As a mark that I miss you...

~ Love ~

love is like
a mailbox
it's pointless
and void
if no mail enters

Love is not
permanent
it appears
and disappears

But true love
endures
like the air we
breathe
it constantly
keeps us alive

A perfect body
will not function
without air and water
Love is like these gems
always precious
often polluted

True love is distilled water
it's simple and pure
but sublimer and greater
than worldly lures. 

~ My Words ~

My words, speak for my heart
Not waiting for anyone
Expected nothing, but nothing…
Then noone can no longer disappointment me

My memories I can’t let go
Even If I wanted…
Providing comfort and pain,
In one thought.

My words, will no longer be said
My heart to remain broken
Silencing my words
Keeping them to myself

I know noone care for them…
As I remain quiet
It burns my throat
And stings my heart

My words…
Are no longer words
Just the past…
And now just thoughts.