Teardrops

They occur when you well up

Those little, tiny drops

Make your eyes fill up

With no intention to stop.

Once your eyes are filled up the brim

They drip down in turns

Usually preferring situations grim

To make your heart churn.

Clear and pristine like pearls

Gleaming in sun-like small diamonds.

They flow like little rivulets with swirls

But are shaped like almonds.

You want to release them

When your heart feels heavy

But once they leave your eyes like a gem

Your core feels light and airy.

They come in times happy and sad

Don’t differentiate between good or bad

They roll down eyes like they are

Having a race till somewhere far.

They pull together lashes so that

They can be strong and allow them to splat

Or fall down in a splash

As we rumble in our meaningful stash.

Often they stop to pine and ponder

Whether to go ahead or stop, they wonder

On red cheeks and a trembling chin

They stream down the skin.

But they have their own perks

These rain resembling waterworks

They lighten the heart and

Freshen the face to make it rotund.