My cup is brimming. I shall end up Empty!
Many eyes are watching
But can’t feel,
And still, more ears are spying
But your whispers can’t hear;
That’s when silence becomes
Better than talking to whom
Never understands your glistening tear.
Whether it is brimmed with
Sorrow water or sweet tears,
Give your eye a chance
To glisten and reflect what you really feel!
Have the guts to show
Your defeat deep within;
Cracks in your heart
And starving whimpering spirit.
Fill the horizon with joy
And hop to reach the sky,
Let your stream of happiness
Drown gloomy souls and wakeful eyes;
For who restrains his real feelings
Deep inside, away from the eyes
Turns nothing but an old gray weed
At the end of a long way
Lined with rejoicing and dismay.
When I was a child with a broad smile
They told me “To find the springs
Of everything, you have to follow its trace,
And right there, you will catch the groove
From which it did burst, then do regulate
Or even tune it to naught.”
And as I grew old and the smile began to fade,
In one night of no moon
A stream flowing over my cheek I caught
From my wet eyes till my face drowned,
And then, their words through my mind rolled
And with shaking hands my eyes wiped
Once, twice and more, but
Couldn’t regulate such stream
As from deep within a fountain
Started to weep out my pain,
And I had nothing to do
But hoping for a soft whisper
To allay such inflaming fire;
For voices loud cannot the whining soul stir
As people’s words don’t always inspire.
The sun had closed the winter day
While the boat was shaking at the sight of nowhere,
Waves were so high, made everything shudder,
A burning ray of Fear pierced her heart; pushing life away,
Its likeness is not found in sea or air.
She grabbed the gunwale of the boat so close
With her trembling heart, both, in one hand,
Looked here and there; searching for a creature of any kind
To share her wounded feelings,
She was met with closed eyes of all around.
Before her eyes, life was near a close
Flashes of ruined life crossed her head,
Like the gray face of a winter cloud
That shadowed her mind and soul, both,
She felt the freezing of her heart’s blood.
In a moment of death, she was offered a chance to live;
Colors of distant island flashed to her withered eyes
Lighted beneath the moon’s pale beams,
She dreamed of wings to fly, in another chance did believe,
Found nothing, but her shivering feeble arms.
She closed her eyes, so tight, opened her heart to cry,
Felt warmth within a tender embrace,
Wrapped her within his wings,
Like a passing thought, she fled away
From the island, she glanced the boat sinking in unknown depths.
In the broken mirror,
She looked at her scattered face,
In bewilderment and horror,
Couldn’t decide, which one to choose.
Every one was revealing a life of her,
To people, fake. But to her is real
In each dwell love, friends and dear
Aches in her bleeding heart, she began to feel.
She shed tears, for every piece
That was filled with falsehoods,
Broken pieces of love and happiness
Filled her head and heart with illusions.
The board became hollow,
With background of black,
Deep inside she felt sorrow;
Inner struggle and remorse began their attack.
For missing her old true self, was sorry
She held a scattered piece so close,
Of its sharp corners, was not worry!
For now, she decided to see her true one face.
Cannot determine; sing or cry?
Which is better?
To some people, they are totally different
To me they are the same.
Cannot be considered more than
A way to free your soul
From the unspoken and most meaningful.
Without being touched
The sweet melody on your lips
Turns heavy silence,
And tears of joy in your eye
Start streaming the pale cheeks
With no approaches or signs,
Soul cannot be filled with heavy feelings
With no way to express,
With no way to seek any help.
Each tear holds a part of your life
Each tear is a diamond
If you hold it back, it will shatter, hurting you.
Without being touched from outside
Your soul screams from deep inside,
And you still, between sing or cry