I sit by myself
and silently weep
Tears run through my heart
gets collected by my soul.
It keeps count of every tear dropped, gulped, absorbed or brushed off.
Every corner of my being washed by them
Till it evaporates into thin air
Leaving streaks of pain across my existence
This is the story of every tear shed
This is the face after every pain felt.
This is the soul after every tear rain.
This is how tears make me brave.
