if only they could speak...

If some tears could speak a few words,
Sure would they tell the world,
How it was deeper within for one
When laughing for the world..

Beautiful and meaningless when it spills,
Permission less and complaint less
Adhering to the tides up and down within..
And later being wiped in a soft muslin unnoticed..

Running away from dear of the questions they fear,
Not even able flow freely, but for in a shower..
Suppressing mostly all that’s felt, continues living dead the one
Never openly able to Laugh
Never openly able to Cry……

Many "WHY's"

Why do I love your presence?
You don’t exist in my universe...
You don’t think of me... Neither do i know if you do..
But then why? Unanswered “why?” questions..

Does this happen to you with every other female you meet in your life?
Of course not... I know the answer cause I relate you to me here...
But then why me? Yet another “Why?”

Still I do not understand why I did want to be withheld in your arms…
From the day I met your eyes I dressed up for you, I know
Those arms were once what I wanted..
But now when they have held me close, and those mesmeric eyes dug deep within me...
Why does my mind cry? Is it a yearn for lives or for just a moments secret passion?

I know the stupid me who is just a child in your arms..
But do you really enjoy the uncanny me?
Or was there a disappointment in the “I am Dead!!”
I don’t really know the answer for all the questions you left me with…
And yet another “why?”