One moment she was holding her breath and the other she
could not catch it. These moments were not very far apart from each other. She
felt something bad was going to happen to her. She feared in a world full of so
many people who loved her, she was still alone for no one was like her. She was
being punished for a crime. Crime of being connected to her human self,
preserving her innocence and purity.
She was trying to hold on to all the good moments in her
life. She was cuddling herself, wiping those tears as always. Her eyes were
washed now, and her spirits washed out. Her tears had left on a journey of
their own. Eyes to cheeks, then some rest, and then the lips. Each tear trying to make
sure she knew they were there and announcing their presence loud and clear.
She sent cavalry for the first drop, one rolled and then
another one after that, and then they all lost count. Each of them reached their
destination and then departed. Poof nowhere to be seen but leaving a trail on
her face and their home (her eyes). They left in such a hurry that
they forgot to turn off the lights and the home was lit in the red shade just like fire
flames (her red eyes). Each tear took a lot from her body but also replenished
her soul.
She knew it was important to let them go. It was their time
to leave and find a new home. They were on a mission, they had to bring courage
to the house they stayed in. She knew they will meet again but for now, they
were ready for their ride and so was she. She knew there was someone else who
needed them more than her.
Her soul rolled in thoughts and pain just as the tears
rolled down her eyes.
It was necessary to free up some space in those eyes of hers
to make space for the strength she had built up, for the compassion she had dug
up. They helped her clean her vision, squeaky clean. They did their part and now
it was her turn. She knew their work cannot be in vain.
So she bid them goodbye, her fingers and they shook hands
and bid adieu.
She is not missing them yet, but if they plan to visit again, she welcomes them as always and she feels together they will achieve
even greater things.
She is not just me, she is each one of us. She is not just
her, she is also him. She is a tear, she comes and mends all tears of soul, heart, and mind. She sews it all.
Be her friend and she will be yours. Do not restrict her and
she will resurrect you.
The saga of a tear or saga of a human.
