mylines

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,

Mr. 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 lost your puppy, 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 I 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...

my lines

Nothing in this world stops.....
one day u get somebody the other day u lose someone....
some people regret at the loss some never for they are addicted to it....
some find the relation intresting for few days thn the same rltn becomes a boring chapter......
some come into ur heart and go away like a beautiful butterfly whom u can just admire..
they sit in the garden of ur heart to taste ur sweetness thn fly away into a new garden but what will we do we can only admire..
neverthless its the rule of nature and we shld bow our head before it...
for the one who adjusts to situations comes out haapy and the others cry on the loss to loss more happy moments which is waiting for them in future..

Bhabani Pati...