Tears

“Shaam se aankh main naami si hai” …..

As a part of our growing up ,I had been time and again reminded that “Boys don’t cry!!!”. I won’t delve into the chauvinism of this pedagogy ,but a part of me had always disagreed.

It’s hard to sound not like a cynic,but the hardships of life with it’s various facets of failures,disasters and failed aspirations eventually brings down your ebullience . It drains the happiest moments of life and this  ubiquitous shadow of grief canopies life and forces you to harp on your sordid miseries. One feels like going down and drowning in a chilly freezing ocean ,where the weight of sorrow , expectations,failings are taking you down.It’s at this point the overwhelming feelings,thoughts,fears,uncertainities and introspection chokes the breath and you wait for the inevitable.

Only the purgatory powers of the lachrymal glands can revive the soul subjected to the trial and tribulations of life.Those drops from heaven,which have the magical powers to convey the innermost and hidden pains .Outflux to the feelings in the form of those precious pearls “tears” can alone reinvigorate me and i seem to have lost my Elixir of life and here i am lying in my bed ,in the darkness of my room,with a heavy,bruised and swollen heart,waiting for my revival.

Oh God ! empower me . Give me back my precious tears …..

“Hui aankh nam aur yeh dil muskaraya “