a brittle receptacle
porcelain that dissolves with lie
shatters with greed’s immemorial caress;
hold them in a palm
life to the new sun
and rays that bend and fall away;
pool them on soils
fertilized by first love’s
soft footprints;
scatter them upon miseries and joys
from yesterday and tomorrow;
it matters not,
as long as tears,
water the dryness of absences,
all of them
lost, laid waste
erased from map and memory.
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I got the tears
ReplyDeleteto my palm
and read the poem
as sweet as I can...
whispering lines
of the broken heart
open her voice
as sweet as she can.....
can you read the
other few lines
‘handling the way
the drops am I holding '
equally beautiful, 'anonymous'! :)
Delete……but for an ocean of tears, this solution is hardly applicable
ReplyDeletelet the tears water the dryness of heart...:)
ReplyDeleteHeart is already drenched in tears, that they appear as dew drops dawn forgot to smile upon!
Deleteoh, in that event, sending hugs your way...you are smiling now..aren't you? :)
DeleteHave a good day!
When the Pain in the Heart is to much to take the body emits the pain away as Tears....
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