A Poetry Of Tears

 Memories brought me to the fountain of wisdom,

Alone, all alone in midst of chaos,

For a millionth time rain touched my dry eyes,

To let my feelings vent out in to molten lava,

From the heart to brain, from one neuron to another,

In search of suitable connection,

Only to discover my message, which did not reach you or touch you enough,

It was as if, me knowing you was surreal or oblique,

Till my voice learnt to pronounce your name,

And it gave you, your esteemed place in the poetry of tears!