With a cup of yoghurt in hand,
There I sat with wet cheeks.
Dripping all over me were tears,
Oh not visible of course.
I had been crying with my mind’s eye this time.
My eyes did twitch every now and then.
But for a change,
The tears were a river, only on my inside.
The only detectable feeling was the irregularity of my heartbeat.
And I sat there, eating out of the cup in synchrony with these beats.
Too many days and nights of long hard tears,
And a resulting pain in my eyes,
Has brought me to a tiredness,
One that would only permit weeping,
In my mind’s eye.