Tears I have no answer for

Tear me apart

if I know the reason

the reason why

like menstrual blood oozing out

in anger and pain,

my raw eyes

send out

these vain tears

in gushes,

and waits to be

wiped!

Wiped out of grief and agony

like one possible.

Ah! dumb dreamy eyes,

lacking logic.

I envy you waters

of those filled eyes,

brimming with reason

of pain or destiny or love.

But pity not

these tears,

tearing themselves apart

ever in search for a reason

like a nameless child.

As they, like wanton saplings

break my crumbling walls

and flow down in deeps

in search of a reason:

a reason for their birth,

in these deep cups

ever brimming

with waters of life,

lacking reason!

And flowing down,

dry and ebb away

on the uncared for,

plain cheeks.