The Sprouting Tears Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

The Sprouting Tears

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My tears begin to sprout as usual
But fall not down across my cheeks
Like the rain clouds of a distant sky
That never fall in drops ever
And so the world says in unison
- Brother, you, you have no tears!

This seems to happen
Yes, quite oftener than before
In the middle of the night
My tears begin to sprout
But it's always out of sight
Even for me, yes for me too!

There is a large hole in my heart swollen
That spills the woes downward by turns
But as I lie in pretension of sleep
Covered by a superficial cloth
I know my tears are just sprouting for a while
But they will never fall for a change.

My sketches of this pain wrought within me
Are out of sight for you all, you see
And are out of mind for you all, you know
But there are nightmares I see in succession
And the sleep I have is just your illusion
My tears have no shame, you will not believe.

In the silence of a night imposed on me
Can I dream about a sunrise you portray
And the rest of a day succeeding it?
Now two salty tears have just sprouted in vain
It is a perfect pair of a Sun and a Moon
I want to see in the sky after this ordeal..

This superficial cloth thrown over me
By myself, you may say
Is a barrier and I am sleeping, you think
Lost in the wilderness of nightly wolves
My heart and soul will now writhe for a while
And then shall be silent for ever.

My sprouting tears will fall
Across my cheeks one day I know
But by then I will cease to be there
With the silent corridors
Of the night sobbing for me in vain
I shall take a dive into mystery then.

Tonight tears and darkness will meet
In the corner of my eye and under my blanket
These moments I shall capture for you all
Even as my past will flee from all these
Mundane cries of realities never cared for
-I had tears, you will say

Saturday, July 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 06 July 2014

Don't sprout too many tears Dinesh, they will smudge your wonderful ink.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 06 July 2014

Your feelings are tears that sprout and roll down in the lines of your poem. Tears that sprout and dry out show your deep concern. You don't let others know about it. Let tears flow my friend. They wash away agony of the heart. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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Amitava Sur 17 August 2014

A very poignant moment is drawn here with the plea of sprouting tears. Truly in the agonized moments the tear drops what we drop down, they are just the overflown remnants of the flood which inundates the heart and mind ruthlessly...... very well described.

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Geetha Jayakumar 07 July 2014

A very poignant write. Yes, we all have intense pain. But many times people take tears as a pity. And this pity will take away the very courage to move forward...I feel it's better to cry alone and she'd those painful tears as it can definitely save us from heart attack and B.P....this is true if pain remain in heart health will be affected. Not for just fun I wrote. It's true... Please do read my poem Tears! , I wrote recently.

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Valsa George 07 July 2014

“later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.” You feel that pain is something exclusive to yourself... All those who sing of a beautiful sunrise and blossoming blooms also experience the same intense pain as you feel many times in life...But through droplets of saline water shed out from the eyes in private, they allow pain to find its own escape and hearts become lighter... In life, we are all feigners! But pain shouldn't let you shatter Dinesh....! Losing hope is something serious.....! Very very poignant! !

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Kavya . 07 July 2014

a v meaningful write Sir.....tears that sprout but do not roll down the cheeks, reveals the hidden pain left unexpressed to others.........so its better to cry and relieve your heart from the burden of misery an excellent write, ...njoied

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Hazel Durham 07 July 2014

Deep and complex write, with so much hidden angst, but no tears fall, the depth of your emotions spill out into inspired lines, like tears rolling down your cheeks in sadness as you write from your heart and soul! ! Beautiful write!

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