Towards the end of last year, I did a series of ruminations on the chapter titles of a book. While the book remained very forgetful, the headers provided a springboard for some meandering. One of the headers was ‘tears’, the kind we cry. It led to a spontaneous poem and here it is, pulled up from the Instagram archives. I hope you enjoy it. The saree that fit the thought was this sungudi, filled with a million circles, tears or light bubbles, you decide.🙂
We don’t need anyone to tell us the healing power of tears.
At some point of time or the other, we’ve squeezed a few drops from the depths of despair.
Maybe we wept copious amounts over hearts that were shattered to dust.
Perhaps, we felt them wash away sadness for a while before a renewed attack.
We’ve also felt them in the lumps in our throats that threatened to swallow us whole.
We’ve screamed tears of physical agony or collected silent tears in our bones.
We’ve cowered in fear, holding back a flood of tears.
Sometimes we drown in unshed ones.
And at times, we shed tears of exquisite joy and gratitude.
We survive. A few do not.
But, beyond the veil of tears, there is brilliant sunshine. You just have to believe.