Tears On The Face Of Humanity
by Ishita Chaudhry
Tears on my face.
Tear of humanity, of the rain - on my face.
As pure as tomorrow's sun, as sand as tonight's darkness.
Tears on my face, they fall.
For a purpose I am yet to designate.
They fall, crashing with the intensity of a thousand ships
Sinking at sea, my heart.
Be careful,
for so many lives are at stake here.
And I can hear the screams - they call into the wilderness of a night,
And send shivers down my spine; I can hear them.
Unknown voices - the children of the night.
Crying - tears.
They fall.
Humanity's tears - all dried out.
My heart - too weak to cry,
Yet,
Too strong to ignore the emotion brewing inside of me.
One more - I might just collapse.
Gearing up for a journey -
faster than speed -
more silent that the dead.
And yet I can hear the music - like poetry.
It has a strange rhythm to it - as if it originates form my very soul.
I am lost -
and yet, I know the way
to a destination,
I am
Yet to designate.
For a purpose
I am yet to discover.
But what soothes me are the tears -
a sure sing that I do have some emotion left of my own
and that all, is not lost.
Not as yet anyway.
The lights go out.
There is light in the darkness I find;
And it shows me the way, within myself.
The tears; they do fall.
What a relief.
