Oh Tears

What do they mean, these drops of water?
A child of three, the only daughter
They flowed in succession undaunted
For she got not what she wanted
She was scolded and taught, right from wrong
Then they came tumbling along
Her pretty face was smeared with a stream
Shattering her childhood’s cherished dream
At the age of twelve, she fought with her friend
And cried after that at the friendship’s end
The next a smile and a word
Cut the ice and sheathed the sword
The tears were forgotten and so was the cause
Just a few drops, not a big loss
At the age of sixteen she fell in love
And her heart climbed to the stars above
At first sight it was, not a second thought
Head over heels, the new ones she bought
Alas it didn’t last for he walked away
And not for once looked her way
Her heart was broken, so she felt
A more severe blow was never dealt
She lost a lot that she knew
Like him she would find very few
What she didn’t know was what she gained
With every tear her cheek that stained
She became wiser and mature, forsooth
The tears of eighteen cleared the mists of youth

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Apologies for grammatical errors

On love

When I think of the sun you shine on me
When I think of the moon your face comes to mind
When I think of myself, I remember you
When you reside in my thoughts
How can I be alone?
Love is like life and death too
But love is like quicksand, the more you try to get out
The deeper you sink in
But if someone asks me what love is
I shall reply, "To me love is you.

An introduction in retrospect

I realise that my first post to this site can in no way introduce me to anybody visiting this page. Hence a preface after the first chapter. And that is the characteristic way I tell any story. This page is dedicated to all the random thoughts of the author and also will provide a vent to the literary gibberish that the author is at times wont to produce. Sometimes something may come out of it and I request people to keep reading this page for who knows what you may find one day........

The First

"I know"

Children with innocent eyes looking at the universe
Wondering and questioning the perplexed nurse
Asking the queries that many have asked, once more
Not caring if the answers haven’t ever been found before
With fresh curiosity like a sponge dried in the sun
Ready to absorb all the secrets of creation
Combining petals of sense and nonsense
To make the flower of innocence
How long will you last dear blossom,
Once you are plucked from your mother’s bosom?
Away you go to learn the world
All the innocence left back hurled
All your charm is turned to ash and sand
The day you say “I understand”