Tears

Tears our strange loyal companions constant and dependable deeply entrenched within their presence is difficult to define 
These lustrous shimmering drops these precious pearls a privy to a vast tumultuous world of restrain and constrain oft seek to breach all confines
They are the poetic eloquence of unspoken words conflicting emotions and some varied distractions and attractions difficult to decline
Often present as drops so pure and divine gracefully poised like dew drops on rosy cheeks with beauty to outshine any shrine
A sacred stream placid and gently flowing washing and cleansing accumulated dust and grim to reawaken the goodness and the soul to shine
So stubborn and persistent they know no reason or season they favor no friend nor foe no occasion nor moment their intention is not to sideline
Often whimsical and defiant they brook no control never on a leash chide them reprimand them always rebellious they know no confine
Sometimes a frivolous dramatic display uncalled uninvited distasteful wasted outburst and an idle flow of brine

In joy and jubilation in triumph and glory they swell and rejoice their presence marks the occasion with joy and elation
In tender moments of love and acceptance a witness and honour chaste vows and commitments they seal bonds of affirmation 
In grief melancholy and sorrow when raw savage hurt splinters all within with a heart rending lament they herald ruination 
In hurt rejection and betrayal like a raging storm with unabated fury they rise to shatter all stern stoic embankments leading towards destruction
Sometimes in solitary confinement when anguish pierces the heart and uncontrollable passions moisten the pillow they are a lullaby in helpless desperation 
Sometimes just a trickle a drizzle silently brim in the eyes and gently streaks the cheek a darkened stain concealing inward distraction
At others times a hot vapid flow searing and scalding or a convulsive tumultuous burst of agitation and desperation of failed realization
Often a tremulous drop precariously stationed on the lid uncertain diffident waiting hesitant of action and wary of varied reaction 

Never to be dismissed as mere saline they are our close bosom friends inseparable companions with a purpose and a design benign 
When the travails of life burden the senses numbed and paralyzed the enormity of life threatens they rise without a whine and align
They are a blessed sign of relief and release for they usher a fresh lease it is sagacious to unleash them seek deliverance and not pine
Unshed and tethered in dismal ravines of anguish and grief they are an encumbrance to life and peace if then left idle are wasteful and hard to define
They nurture and sustain the essence of life and well-being if checked and contained like shards they rip and bleed all that is thine
With eyes as their windows and a glimpse to the soul they are like a welcome shower on barren arid land with fresh goals and aspirations to redefine
To fester in gloom pain and grief to shrivel fade and droop in morose dreary climes is not worthy but is a disastrous path towards decline
Then let them break break all passions which overwhelm and undermine the beatitude and felicity of life and cherish the divine design.

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By: Veena Umesh Sood
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