Tears.... are meant to flow

                  TEARS.. are meant to flow

"She looked at me with her teary eyes,

rolling down her cheek like a stream disguised.

She seemed beautiful not because of how she looked,


but her eyes were speaking, the language of heart inside."








We all shed tears, sometimes over are break ups, sometimes over losing someone. we cry and frown when things hurt us. we cry and feel like dying when memories haunt us. At times we break into tears when truth confronts us. Sometimes even frustration make us yell at us. Some of us believe that crying or sobbing is a sign of weakness, some like for instance me believe that tears are sign of strength. They make us feel alive. They make us feel that we as a human have feelings. Everyone has shed tears at some point of their lives but only few of us are not ashamed of crying in public.

Now the question is not about weakness or straight well that is kept for perceptions. The point here is, i find tears holding equal importance. I have a habit of breaking down when i get irritated and frustrated on its peak. one i shed tears.. i feel as if my frustration got flown with those drops of tears and i start feeling lighter. imagine, sitting quiet and alone at your place and you suddenly came across old photographs of the best days of your life. The drop of tear that rolls down your cheek is of mixed feel. We don't always cry in sadness do we? we cry when we are overjoyed. We also cry when we get related with someone's pain. I think the best tears which are shed are the ones in which we feel the pain of someone sitting beside us. have you ever cried looking at someone? that is not exactly sadness... it is compassion and trust me, those precious drops tell you that you have a heart which have feelings. feelings that are for others. feelings of empathy and compassion. When you cry it calms your should and rejuvenates you to act upon.

Tears are also a form of expression. if i cry it shows that i am a human. I think the more sadness we pile in our heart the more it turns us into a beast. So let your tears flow for someone or something. If it hurts you, let it. if it pinches you, let it. it tells you that you are still a human. you have a heart. you are alive.

 we smile at anyone even stranger but tears are shed only for those whom we consider the closest.

We all have wings!

We all have wings that we cannot see,
wings to take off and fly indeed.
Don't we feel up in times of our life?
like a skylark we take a leap.

Wings, that make us run behind our dreams.
Dreams which we see with our open eyes.
We can't see our wings but they do make us feel.
They make us feel like an urge to touch the height.

Our wings make us taste the sky,
To explore what, when and why?
From aspire to inspire is what our wings are meant for.
They are bruised and broken but they never make us fall.

WANDERING

I love to wander not just physically but also mentally. I believe it gives strength to mind. Imagine, you go through so many thing inside your brain... like inside your mind you are traveling somewhere. You pass from trees, people, lanes and so on and make memories to be preserved. you see something and you **click** similar to making in memories in mind. When your mind wanders it wanders in search of nothing, no goal no aim just a wanderer as if we have taken up a route whose destination is unknown. I like to wander in my mind and in physical. It gives me nothing but thoughts. Thoughts to think about,  things to see and view to form. When i wander.. i am in no hurry i just flow till the route awakes . I just blow where the wind might takes.

Wandering is essential... goals are important but sometimes simply walking to an unknown place or thinking about an open ended thought leads to a new discovery.. a new invention. It makes you feel alive always.