Perks of Creativity: If only you could learn to read a tear!

Perks of Creativity: If only you could learn to read a tear!: Tears are words the heart cant express they lighten the heart when under stress... a single drop is priceless for some yet it has a value...

If only you could learn to read a tear!

Tears are words the heart cant express
they lighten the heart when under stress...

a single drop is priceless for some
yet it has a value known to none...

a fallen tear consists of words unsaid
it can change your world if once read...

sometimes it flows just out of glee
or often it is a silent call to flee...

seldom it is for one's own strife
to help yourself in this embellished life...

a tear may only follow a pain
yet its unlikely to remove the stain...

it speaks a thousand words in silence
it wages a war without any violence...

you'll hear ones heart so loud n clear
if only you could learn to read a tear...

Ravaging Pour

Clinging onto every breath
Fleeing from the racing death...
What a peril life is in
Stealing seconds from the roaring din...
The sky is welling up with tears
Fast and furious; waxing fears...
A cry of agony echoed slow
Yet it sliced the air below...
Wreaking havoc on every terrain
Umpteen massacre in the rain...
Torrent of water everywhere
Waves gulping down all that is near...
Drowning life in a living grave
Demise sealed; none to save...
Time is ticking by so fast
The crowded alley, is now past...
The trees n shrubs falling asleep
Every beast submerged so deep...
The city once so live and bright
Is battling a lost fight...

Yet Again Lost

Let me take you back on a stroll in rewind

six decades back, we pause on this find
the air is drizzled with tension indeed
a nationless unity looking forward to lead
a man in black graced the path with his walk
the crowd numbed, waiting for him to talk
valor n wisdom bring words of hope
the listeners awed, clinging to the rope
spiriting high, they dream of a kingdom
crazed in joy on the verge of freedom
but this was not just said and done
bloodshed n treachery were astray on the run
massacre of life made a child's play
vices awakened, ordering to slay
every single voice that was heard
ended up silenced without a word
a blood curdling scream stabbed the silence
as a mother saw her child being charred in violence
echoes of pain and tears of blood
people being martyred in this gulping flood
a man plunges to death leaving to drown
evading capture from the ruthless crown
burying lives alive was their flair
the passer-buys torn, stopping to stare
gallant were those who had sown this seed
determined thy were, they were meant to succeed
today no one can seep into what it cost
to erect a country we yet again lost...