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THE BETRAYAL OF TEARS
2:25 AM
It's 2:25 AM in the morning and I write this in pitch darkness. I will not switch on the lights so no one comes to know my hiding spot; in the corner of the corner most room in our house where I sit huddled up.
Some days my eyes would tear up but oh boy! Dare you say even a single drop would roll out carelessly from my eyes! As if my brain is instructing it to fall but it resists. These days I've realized that each and every, you or me, smaller to microscopic, living or non living has a will of its own. Freedom reins even in the smallest of particles by default and so (maybe) my tears are free to oblige to their own will.
But today in the middle of 3, they suddenly broke down. Maybe to experience warmth, remorse, love, care, attention offered by the tragic night, but whatever is the reason...why? Did they have to do so? Why? Why all of a sudden they chose to betray me? The time I wanted them to be out but they won't listen
--ahh no one does...or do they?--
Child like stubborn tears, I guess.
But today they fall out restlessly.
Everything needs to be free. Whether these stupid molecular compound composition of life giving oxygen and the weirdest gas (as it doesn't fit anywhere in the modern periodic table and nearly gave a headache to Mendeleev) or my spirit of a dove.
3:00 AM
It's the perfect three, according to the quartz, hung on the wall facing me,
Witnessing,
A betrayal of tears, and the urge of freedom of every being, whether these insignificantly significant tears, or a significantly insignificant human being, writing to you with no hopes but a heartbreak caused by none other than the tears rollin' by like strangers who fall in love.
(but this stranger is falling in a large dark pit of fire,
Fire every where but still not a streak of light to be found)
//A BETRAYAL OF TEARS//
.
© sirisha__chauhan
It's 2:25 AM in the morning and I write this in pitch darkness. I will not switch on the lights so no one comes to know my hiding spot; in the corner of the corner most room in our house where I sit huddled up.
Some days my eyes would tear up but oh boy! Dare you say even a single drop would roll out carelessly from my eyes! As if my brain is instructing it to fall but it resists. These days I've realized that each and every, you or me, smaller to microscopic, living or non living has a will of its own. Freedom reins even in the smallest of particles by default and so (maybe) my tears are free to oblige to their own will.
But today in the middle of 3, they suddenly broke down. Maybe to experience warmth, remorse, love, care, attention offered by the tragic night, but whatever is the reason...why? Did they have to do so? Why? Why all of a sudden they chose to betray me? The time I wanted them to be out but they won't listen
--ahh no one does...or do they?--
Child like stubborn tears, I guess.
But today they fall out restlessly.
Everything needs to be free. Whether these stupid molecular compound composition of life giving oxygen and the weirdest gas (as it doesn't fit anywhere in the modern periodic table and nearly gave a headache to Mendeleev) or my spirit of a dove.
3:00 AM
It's the perfect three, according to the quartz, hung on the wall facing me,
Witnessing,
A betrayal of tears, and the urge of freedom of every being, whether these insignificantly significant tears, or a significantly insignificant human being, writing to you with no hopes but a heartbreak caused by none other than the tears rollin' by like strangers who fall in love.
(but this stranger is falling in a large dark pit of fire,
Fire every where but still not a streak of light to be found)
//A BETRAYAL OF TEARS//
.
© sirisha__chauhan
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