Something from my old diary


peeping through the curtains of my eyelids,

an innocent helpless tear it is-

ready to roll down my cheek.

but somehow it knows ,

that I’m not gonna let go,

’cause as long as it stays in my eyes,

it has its worth,

the moment it got out,

the glory would be lost.

no one would bother

to give it importance.

so ain’t it better,

to keep it in my eyes

and never let the shimmer

of life to die?

 

                                                                         dated:January,20,2010