Tears... Cry of a Soul...!!!

They Say, "A poet - is someone who stands outside, in the rain, hoping to get struck by the lightning"

I do not know whether the above is right or wrong since I am no-Poet-by-myself. But what I do know is this guy next door, a wonderful friend, talks non-stop about anything & everything under the sky, the author of these mesmerising lines:

Tears...

A lonely tear fall from the eye,

Sliding down a cheek,

Eyes to chin it trickle by,

Finding a spot to make its bed,

To where its journey ends,

There it stays. A meaningless drop…

No-one who loves it, and No-one who cares,

Until it is greeted from the top,

By another stream of tears,

It finds. It is not meaningless at all,

As long as it has friends

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Cry of a Soul...!!!

I lay here in the dark,

Arms wrapped around me tight, but they are my own,

I feel not the warmth of another,

I feel no love,

I miss my Mother, I miss my Father,

I miss my Beloved, I miss my Love,

I am broken inside,

I am lost with no place to hide.

I am alone each and every day,

I lay here broken, my body so numb,

I call, I cry out for help, but nobody would come,

I am in a new world; I know not how to survive,

I am dead and yet am alive,

Do I play a son? Do I play a husband?

I don’t know how to live this new life,

I am not a child, but I am not grown,

So I lay here Alone and Alone.

Zaheer Mahmood