Teardrop

Cloud of despair drifted in the seamless sky of sorrow, storm surged from the dismal horizon of mind’s visage, melted in many streamlets of tear to torrentially flow, like the rolling rills of raindrops on the face of foliage. All the dark clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief, a lone clump clasped crushed memory in emotion deep, like the raindrop concealed in the fold of sodden leaf, waited in me to wail for the promises I could not keep. With the emotive brine condensing the pain of grief, the teardrops got poised on the eyelashes for a while. Like the raindrops at the edge of the leaning leaf, they slid down slowly with the dreams’ debris pile. Down the parched crease of the pallid cheek, cascaded the silent streams of soothing solace. The touch of serenity the mourning mind would seek in the course of teardrops and in their calming embrace. Before the end of our pledged journey you had gone, left forlorn, I crumbled within the debris of the fallen sky. Hidden cloud clump melted with angst in dismal dawn, upwelled within me, all the restraints I felt it did defy. The spent sun set on strewn spoils of my shattered heart, from the dust of despair shards of life tried to rise anew. As the destined time came for me with the call to depart, the cloud of memory shed the last drop of tear for you. The clutch of anguish thrashed the desolate life frail, but from the ruins of broken heart I arose with God’s grace, and wandered away from the dry teardrops’ trail to divine precinct for the soul to erase the sorrow trace.