SHINY LITTLE BEADS...

We always notice them,
those shiny little beads,
falling from our eyes.

We see nothing before that,
nothing after that.

We never see the hurt eyebrows,
coming close to each other, contracting in space,
making the eyelids blink more.
What we always see,
are just those shtiny little beads,
called TEARS.

We never see the tragic frown,
formed on the forehead,
trying its best to hide the sadness.

What we always see,
are those shiny little beads,
called TEARS...

We never see the Adam's apple,
moving up and down,
fighting with the choked feelings,
trying its best not to show
those shiny little beads
called TEARS.

We see them flow out
from the edge of the eyelids,
flowing down in a line,
those shiny little beads
called TEARS.

But we never see the pale cheeks
carrying them,
which were red cushions because of smiles,

Do we see them
Those pale cheeks?

We never see the brave jawline,
on whose edge,
those beads balance themselves,
and then fall off,
disappearing into memories,
fading out
.
Do we see them?
That brave jaw-line?


We just see the loud sadness,
not the silent painwhere it comes from.

We see just the shallow scars,
not the deep wounds where they emerged from.

We see the sadness go,
and never wait to see the
wounds get healed.

We don't see the brows, the frowns,
the choke, the cheeks, the jawlines.

Never. Why?

We just see those shiny little beads,
called TEARS...