TEARS

Isnt it strange............that they flow when you are happy and even when you are sad.........when you are helpless..........or when you are mortified by some great embarassment.....soem even cry when they are deeply angry.........and i thought it was distress which caused them to flow mostly...........
I am not a person prone to tears.......but nor do i find shame in them....when willy nilly they escape and roll down your face........for em they are not a weakness as many would say.........but just a symbol of sensitivity..........

I sometimes wonder if everyone has the same share of tears to shed.......or is someones lot more than the others?

there is a certain beauty in shedding tears when sitting alone.......and just letting the feelings taking over.......buffeting you with a force even a typhoon could equal.....something unexplicable that can make a strong man tremble too..........

the other day i was sitting on the beach at night and taking stock of my life.........just good natured rumination and absorbing the waves.....trying to feel one with God ...........and in that all i could do was watch mute as ters rolled down.......i wasnt crying and yet crying......crying for the beauty of the night.....crying for what i had lost......crying for what i had gained......and most of all crying because "the waiting" hadnt ended for me........

didnt feel better as people say.......just empty and numb........as though there was nothing left inside me...........strange feeling...........but its something im used to.......have felt it numerous times.........yet everytime it comes upon me its like a new feeling...........

Someone said ..........."we have the stars, why cry for the moon...........let us be content...lest we land up with a handful od stardust"