Tears on threshold

Stung by poisonous darts of words

Choked by the imposing hands of love

Something strange creeps up silently into the heart

Trying to force down beads of tears to soften the soul charred.

Anger and disappointment win over

Forcing back those beads into the dreamy sockets as ever

The smothered soul deprived of the soothing showers

Is tormented like the hearts of seperated lovers.

But the unstrung adamant cords of the heart

Seeking respite and a fresh start

Mechanically strike the loose ends

Bringing down the tranquilizing beads to help the soul mend.

They pull us back from empty voids

They mop up the souls soiled

The finest virtue human nature holds

Are the beads of tears on threshold...

Reviews

[E G TEN]

Hello prajakta, your words are always pure and solid to the core. Love this poem especially the 3rd stanza, thanks for keeping as is. Very cool, Thanks EG.

[prajakta]

Thankyou:)