Tears

Tears
(This was born out of a desire to find the one thing common to all humans.)

Tears are, but warm water,
A result of a few reactions, people say

However miniscule the reactants maybe
The resultants, strong concoctions, unfazed.

Frozen between time and space
These droplets weigh so much
These tears, preserved, memories encase
Their significance varies as much

They speak of joy,
Of untold pain and sorrow
The loss of another, dear to our hearts
The gain of someone new.

Look my friends, look around
These things, common to all
Of common brotherhood, of lonesomeness
Of existence, so dreary.

So much tears, a melting pot
A sea of the unspoken
Shed away from the sight of the world
In a corner, dark and desolate.

The flamboyant exterior, may mean not much
If one feels their pillow at night
Into the feathers they cry and cry
Till sleep overcomes, tears in dry patches

Of these tears one stands alone
The tears of a mother
Tears of labour, tears of birth
Tears of joy counting those little fingers

These tears we shed, li'l blobs of water
Tracing the contours of our cheeks
Oh! So deep! They fall so deep!
In a well filled with quarters.