TEARS

I look at my pillow

The one that I always kept

It is stained with tears

All are

But some always wash away.

Some are black

They are the ones

We keep hidden in darkness

Until they become darkness

They are the ones

Lost in the iris of my eyes

Making it look beautiful 

Alas ! they look dreadful

Against the white.

Some are red

They are the ones I shed

My aching wounds gave up long ago

They disappeared in shame

Lest I should forsake them

For now they could not even bleed for me.

Some are yellow

They are the tears I shed 

When I was a child

The world looked yellow then

Time heals all wounds

Yet the scars endure till the end.

Some are blue

They are for you

The ones you thought I shed

The ones you kept

In your vial of glass

When you remembered 

How I begged.