The Track of Tears

The strength of a teardrop
Suppressed
It's weight dormant
Upon the unbearable heart
Jaws heavy slackness
from sweet nothings to say
Lips curl in  derision
Locker of nothingness.

Rather no kiss than this...
Emptiness
When two minds fail  to touch
When they miss
Their mark
of dispelling loneliness

Love is not a head game
A brilliant intellectual duel

Nor is it
lips locked  in gluttony
To extract bliss
Only fueling futility
Escalating hunger.

Each tear that  drowns my  heart
Is the kiss
Of understanding
Compassion contains passion
In itself.

When it recognizes
In another
The same wells of mercy
Two rivers
Run deep
The source is the  same.

But dry deserts
Don't deserve tears.
Arid remains
despising rain

Beware
Weary  traveler

The wild ride
The Dunes
The golden sands lie still
Touched by life
Charmed to sentient sleep.

Time tired of loneliness
Builds up tiers
Of deception
Lofty Dunes

Desolate winds
Howl
Erase the tracks
Of my tears
And
Your Tale.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014