Caretaker in my Isolation

Tears.... My most intimate and loving friends. They never left me alone no matter whatever the circumstances may be. When I lose my energies, my strengths and my passions, when the life dies in me and when the choices end, tears come and accompany me. They are with me in my madness and in my sadness, in my every defeat and in my each failure.

Everytime I needed you, everytime I looked at you, looking for that soft corner in your eyes and in your heart, everytime I called you, everytime I expected you and you never listened to me, and never understood me, and never came but left me alone in my despair.... Tears came rolling down from my eyes to my cheeks and listened to me, stayed with me and understood my madness and my pain. Tears came and sang lullaby for me to make me sleep in late waking hours of disappointment. Earlier I tried to get rid of them and blamed them for my pessimism but soon I realized that they are the only one who always stay with me and stand me.

Tears came and listened to my unspoken stories, my unheard truths, my unexpressed emotions and my unfulfilled desires. Tears are the only protector of all my dirty secrets and all my sacred wishes.

I fed myself with the salt of tears and due to that salt running in my blood I got some properties inherited from tears. Like tears i listen to the problems of the people and I company them at that time when they are alone and whenever they need me and i understand them and their each and every word.

I wish you were a tear in my eye. I wish i could share my salt with you. I wish I could feed on you. I wish you could run into my blood and could know the reason behind my hunger and the reason behind my anger.

I wish you could understand the immortal relationship between tears and blood and I wish you could comprehend that they both flow in the heart and come directly from heart not from eyes. I wish you would know the tears come out because it is the heart that cries not the eyes. And if this is too much to be wished for and if this is impossible I wish counterwise. I wish I would be the tear of your eye and run in your blood and the tear that never come out of your eye and I only wish you never feel the pain.

The voiceless cracking of the heart is so strong that it makes your soul melt away and the desires and dreams come out and you think this is mere salty water. Well everything that looks like water and is without shape and odor and is wet cannot be necessarily called as water. Broken dreams, damaged soul, unfulfilled wishes, buried desires and unsaid words also have not any shape, color and odor and sometimes a tear rolling down on the cheek is not a tear, it can be the desire to be with you and share with you all those alphabets whose combination heal the immortal wounds and make me forget what i remember and can never forget.