Tears doth speak The silent scream from the heart. What we cannot say in words, We utter them all with our eyes. The unspoken sorrow and the pain, Shown in the flow of a tear; A cry from the damaged soul, All measured up in a heart That’s abused and has been torn. What the body held up in pride, Are all drowned in one drop of a tear; Weighted down in the misery of one’s life, Lost in the desert of a barren soul.
Lover of Beauty and observer of Life. Open and frank. I believe that life is a journey where we find so many crossroads and our life depends on which road we take.Studied Post Graduation in English Literature from North Eastern Hill University (NEHU).Works for an Organization that promotes Livelihood options for the underprivileged society, especially in the rural areas.
When the angels created you they danced They sang and played with you constantly They laughed with you and had a smile on their faces all day They held you tenderly in their arms while you slept The day you
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
You ask about these tears These tears I cry…. Rolling down my face With every heave and sigh For a dying world Drowning in misery And hate ……These tears I cry For the lonely, The dying and The socially displaced
there’s a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire