Sunday 28 August 2011

GLASS

I FEEL LIKE GLASS TODAY..
FEEBLE, UNABLE TO UPHOLD, MY STRENGTH AND SHOW IT TO THE WORLD..
I FEEL HELPLESS.. LIKE ANYONE CAN CRUSH ME AND CARE NONE ABOUT MY AGONY.
I FEEL LIKE GLASS TODAY...
BIGGER THAN THE BIGGEST.. CLEAN AND TRANSPARENT.. YET BRITTLE.
MAKE ME UNBREAKABLE..
BUT YOUR MEAN FIRE CAN DEVASTATE ME.
I FEEL, LIKE GLASS TODAY..
NOBODY TO HEAR ME,
I FEEL LIKE GLASS TODAY...
NOBODY TO HEAL ME.

THE VALUE OF YOUR TEARS.....

Is known only by you; because they are yours.
Instead, nobody knows or nobody can even estimate your sorrow or the deep agony of your heart, that weeps and screams for help.
Nobody can hear, see or feel the difficulty you have, in taking  breath because only you know how difficult it is to swallow all the pain that you've gone through.
The value of your tears , is known only by you!
The stench of the bitter experience follows you like your own odor.
Forgetting that day, the hour of that moment becomes your agenda and that itself keeps reminding you all that has effected you.
The value of your tears is known only by you, because they are yours.
It cannot be weighed , it cannot be measured.
No estimation is near, no accusation is right.
Because for you, tears aren't a waste.
They are in fact the cost of your heartbreak.
It, very randomly becomes easy to be frustrated because nobody knows what your tears actually mean to you.
Its not a mere letting of your emotions but holding back, you hope that somebody would wipe your tears off.... its your belief that at least someone knows the value of your tears.