Friday, July 20, 2012

Tears

They threaten to peep out
Uncontrollably. Any moment.
Got to remind them relentlessly
They are precious expressions
Not to be wasted on inane stuff
 
They retreat without a trace
Leaving their sting of saltiness
on a open raw wound
I nurse the throbbing wound
In realization, its not easy to heal
 
Pain, now is soothing
‘cos it is better than dignity besmirched
One day in the future, a zillion stings later
The wound will begin to heal
Time, unmistakeably, is a great healer
 
Till then
Silent. Forlorn. Wounded.
I continue persistently
to give lessons in obedience
To my precious tears.

Vincy Joseph

2 comments:

  1. Nice poem although the pathos shouldn't last very long. Make it up with a cheery poem !

    Nice to have found your blog. You are a seasoned blogger; following you from now on.

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    1. To say I am honoured is an understatement Ramesh. Especially after reading your posts. I am novice at writing poems and this one is i would say my best. I wrote this while I was in a rick, on my way back home from work. Will try coming up with a cheery one - can t say when.

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