Teardrops

Teardrops


A doe eyed smile
catalysts this feeling.


The heart quails, condenses.
With a pinch of pain,
A teardrop trickles down.


Like a drop of rain
On the flipside of the window.
Tapering like a falsetto note.
It stains the warm cheek.


It streams into the mouth
The tip of the tongue.
Saline.
Alkaline.


Quiet, weeping like a child.
It's cloudy by the shore of your moist eyes.
A blurred vision
Silhouettes an empty distance.


A sinking heart.
Paces with the intense breathing.
A running nose
Gives way to turpentine phlegm


A body sapped dry
Chokes for water, for air
All transparent
All water



- Sayan Chakravarty
Pune. September, 2008