Tears “Poem”

I don’t consider blood merely blood that flows in our veins

If tears never flooded from eyes

“Then What blood is except tears” wrote Ghalib

Is there anyone who don’t know Ghalib yet?

Ghalib and Delhi resides in India

What India is without Ghalib is what Germany is without Goethe

What god is without angels

What tears are without eyes watered

What a cry is without tears?

But a life without life is not life but decay

Tears are but gifts of human misery

Tears are but treasures of sorrows and pains

Tears are Tears and nothing else

Eyes watered with tears is truth

Truth flows from eyes as tears

Homeless shed tears on side of road

No one sees that but me

Even God is blind to those tears

Beethoven shed tears unable to hear his own music

Mozart cried when he knew he is a child prodigy

a child cries as soon as out of her mothers belly

That child’s tears are truth

4 + 4 equals 8 is truth

Tears equals tears as mine are

Broke and rich at the same time

A few words here and there

Some tears here and there

Artist live so cheaply

Pen and paper enough for immense pleasure

My tears are my truth

Truth is emptiness

Emptiness is my existence

My existence are but tears

What goes around comes around

Friends know not but my tears do

My wounds will heal but tears

Tears won’t stop as time is

It must flow let tears shed o poor poet

This love will not stop expressing

Tears and words equals truth

Tears and tears my truth

just tears and nothing else