Tears rolling down,
in the complexion.
Tells me the story about d birth of dos transparent wet domes.
Tells me the story of life.
Sometimes fall as stars wen memories fall simultaneously as u.
When age goes by and friends don't last forever.
They fell as blood.
trickling down dos soft cheeks, wen love runs out,
and life seems so pointless.
When its a day where its a holiday for d whole country but u chose a path to sacrifice it for u r tri colour.
When a mother waits with high hopes that u return home.
When d last good bye u said to u r loved one remains d last.
Its all there with these little persistent drops.
Its these small emotions that polishes these domes giving its shine and lustre.
Which takes in a unrelenting journey.
life.
at last wen it dries out and smiles come out announcin victory.
Tears roll out.....
-Anirudh Vallabhaneni
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Ghazels of Unknown
PoetryLiving in this concrete jungle, I realized these truths and mystery of human mind which played it's part in today's civilization. Dust, glory, war, cyber, social,and the zing and enigma that we all strive. For the lifeless life. Other parts coming...
