Heavenly Tears Poem by Shreej k.c

Sometimes I think tears are
heavenly made soul mates.
Just when you think
you dried out of reasons
prepared to face the drought
you endorse
then they spring out of the
darndest source.

Just when you think
you drank them in a draught
they fall down, make you sip
feel the bitter, taste the salt.

Just when you put yourself
briefly back together
they rend you apart,
fight fiercely and force,
recusants wrestling your resistance,
lurching out of liverish lacrimals
creep through concealed crannies
filling the furrowed fissures
overwhelmingly ooze out
to seep into sunken surface
run through wrinkled ripples
mount the mushy mounds
touching every cracks,
chafing healing wounds,
meet finally below the chin
and holding each other's hand;

they jump off the cliff.