“90 ML of Tears”

“90 ML of Tears”

An absconding last drop of tear got lost in an ocean,
Hope is the first drop of tear to discover blue skies;
Through undulated plains a river of years flow on cheeks dry,
Don’t feel shy to cry kohl mannequin’s eyes.

Cynically a pale pond of pain pulls and calls everyone inside, my beloved,
And Frogs once in a while like to hear the sound of splash instead; 
Amphibians hide in quicksand of emotions in a flash,
Teardrops are best friends;
Hands of time in parachute coin moments to encash,
Otherwise how would pink lotus petals wash stains of yesterday’s ash?

Peg me one more 90 ml of grief from an uncapped bottle of joy,
Cheers to bottoms up! The bartender gulped and drank himself as a little boy;
Now uninvited guests knock on eyelids to saturate sighs,
Teardrops ink the truth on behalf of tied puppets and anonymous toys.

( All © 25.02.2019 by Aakash )

6 thoughts on ““90 ML of Tears”

    1. Aakash

      My sincere thanks to you Mr. Kasatkin for giving space to my work and publishing my poem on your praiseworthy e-Mag/portal for poetry. Regards to your time to go though my scribe, and yes I’d say I have used sarcasm in this one. However, I am somehow content to know, if words successfully played their dual role and was able to make my reader feel humorous about it. Glad feels my Pen which tried to write this one from a post-emotional association with Tears.

      Regards and Good Health

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    1. Aakash

      Thanks a lot Vijay Nair Sir for finding my work and your time to read. My sincere regards to your kind comment and i feel glad to know your finding my write up colorful and happy about Tears.

      Regards and Good Health

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  1. Geethanjali Dilip

    This poem draws some amazing parallels between brine of the sea and tears and it’s adventurous journey of a river. Some very unusual metaphors too. Great read.

    Reply

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