stumbled, hurt, jinxed ... tired ..

once upon a time ....

a boy wandered all around
contemplating thoughts profound
His feet found no proper ground
running far from a melancholy sound

The tear fell in the hands of destiny
Not knowing when it would smile ....

than one fine day ....

Came a hand the tear had longed for
he knew the hand was there to touch the core
the feeling was untouched, it was all pure
He felt an awe , he hadnt dreamt for more

The hand came closer, ready to entice
The tear felt it all, he had to realise
It was the end
Either he had to run all the way down the cheek
Or It was to be wiped off , with no place to seek

Its no more than a fake dream
All turned out to be rotten cream
The tear knew it had nowhere to flee
Its none else, The tear is ME !!


PS :: THE MESSAGE IN D PICTURE READS ::::
Now the dwelling of god is with men, and he will live with them.They will be his people, and god himself will be with them and be their god. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away .