A Tale of Tears

Tired of talking too much I wish to rest my rhymes. Now is time to give ears To your titanic tale of tears. The heart that was under constraint Needs to be unburdened. My grief-stricken lap waits for Your grieving grievances. You, the only speaker and I, a patient listener, Numb but nod at your each nuance. Let my heart beat for last To eternalise our momentary meeting, I with my muteness And you with your long-awaited lyrics. Dew drops fall from your dark eyes Moistening your rose petaled lips That sometimes part in a smile. I, a tragedian of your tale, A respondent to your reactions With a heavy heart wipe my wet eyelashes. Like a pair of love birds We look lovingly at each other, Pine over the pains of the past And fear of the fruitless future. Little choice we are left with But to flow like two rivers Yearning to meet but to end in the ocean, Our destination, mingling together.