Tears have a strange nature

Sometimes they’ll fill up the eyes

But not drop over

They’ll roll from one end of the eye

To the other, as if looking for something

Like they’re looking for refuge and relief

On one corner, but not finding them

They roll over to the other, looking for

Love and hope and succour

And again not finding them

They’ll keep rolling over 

From corner to corner

Over the curve of the kohl lined eyes

Wetting the lashes perhaps

Caressing the darkness

As they moisten it

But still holding on

Tightly, boldly, never to fall…

Yet knowing very well

That if they did

If they let go

Then perhaps their purpose 

Will be served

The reason they were born

Will be fulfilled

If only they fell over

But they won’t

They will just remain

Like unforgiving, unyielding

Remnants of purposeless birth…

-Soumyanetra