#Teardrops: These Sacred Musical Tears !!

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#Teardrops

When failing words surrender and fell prostate


When jailed expressions need exposition
These eloquent speakers come tumbling
From the depths of the secret perennial lands
To utter the unutterable
When lips benumbed fell into deeper silence
These magic fountain prevail upon and render
Where a thousand tongues might fail and all their violence

When cracking goes the heart,


When joy and cheer depart,
Dr. Saltwater comes flushing in
To cleanse the vessel and nurse our soul
And set the lyre right

These sacred musical tears !!

These that come descending down the hill are the messengers..
..Sometimes of weakness
..Sometimes of pure heart
..Sometimes of repentence
..Sometimes nostalgia
..sometimes of companionship
..Sometimes of deprivation .. sometimes of fulfilment
So as the occasion might be
These that bring to us the belief that
We still , are Alive

Those who suffer have tears


but those who dont .. suffer much more
Turning life bearable.. these unwelcome tears
Pouring and Outpouring
Life and themselves
O, These talkative Christian tears !!

(to be contd.)

Action.. Inaction .. Dillema and


Our Love
~love contemplations of a young patriotic Indian
revolutionary

I have no record
That i can trace
Of when that trigger thought
Jolted in with slow steps ,
And later grew profound

There Pile up thoughts,


Pining forth a distant dream
Though I agree , that some dreams
Are worth nots , but the one here is dare not
And I layering thin dusts upon those piles

My eyes shut, actions numb


So poor me slumbering
Its a boulevard I see,
Piles and accumulations
Hither and thither
Undressed, unbrushed
Dirty and raw
Or probably kindled and neat, as may appear to a love poets eye
Undressed , unbrushed
Seeking perfect words of conveyance

Towards my right is the heap/pile ,

Of my bondage to birth
Allegiance to blood
A subject to societys jurisdiction
Towards my left is the space/vacuole/emptiness,
the unbridged airy
distances between us,
the imperitive of my my belongingness to you
moreover, my deserving of you
and of your counting/trust/faith upon me
are an addition to the stock

Its there I see,


A waste wet with the time dry,
Gathered here to grow fungus,
Of those subjected thoughts floating
Those that were damp,
Those that have been fugitive
Cause all bear you
And Still clumsy to act before you
Cards yellow with warmth
Tulips and Roses
Wet with affection
Laces of Silk
Echoes honey-dwed
Have all been unfamiliar to me
So pile up there

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