Tears...

They might tell us everything,
Or they tell us nothing at all,
Many things forgotten,
Amongst many of other thoughts.
The eyes though they twinkle,
What they hold is not for all,
They try to draw some attention,
As these tear drops silently fall...

They know they might go unseen,
They sometimes lose their way,
And sometimes they just wait,
For some another day.
When they’re finally at the brim,
On your lashes they just don’t stay,
They trickle down and relieve you,
Of so much pain.

A drop represents a sorrow,
But the same may mean joy,
We fail to understand them completely,
It’s a mental toy.
They are with you when you’r happy,
And when prosperity goes,
It all depends on how you’ve bin,
And the seeds that you have sown.

Maybe it ain’t that bad,
When your tears show,
Remember that a ray can pass,
To show you a rainbow...

...............Arsh.