To those Few Tears Drops, that lay on Cocos cheeks....

They say

Leave your inflamed songs

To rest...

Paint your charcoal eyes

With smiles instead...

I’ll meet you then...

I’ll meet you then...

When youve learnt to camfloge pain

& Show not to us, those tears that rained...

I’ll meet you then, I’ll meet you then

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I listen through my body

For Pain makes me quiet

I see how fragile you breathe

“In fears of your mind...”

You say, “You’ll meet me then”

When I’m more like thee

You say “You’ll meet me then”

When this pain shall dissolve

Into your kinda “Normalcy”

You say “You’ll meet me then”

When My Beloved...

Shall bring, This world at my feet...

But.........

If You’ll meet me then...

You’ll not see the Truth of me....

“For Im His Sweet-Nothing!”

& if you’ll meet me then...

Then You’ll Miss Out The Chance...

Of Meeting God...In Whose Arms Alone

I’m Cradled through these storms

To even Breathe!

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What has pain given... well it’s taken a lot...be it relations, work, identity...

It’s Given me tears that My Beloved has taken as pearls in his palms,

It’s given me loneliness & isolation,

That my Beloved has sweetened by His Constant presence

It’s taken away body identity,

That My Beloved has turned into strength of my spirit

Its given me Truth; “not just speaking Truth“,

But Being Truth of Ones Self; where egos identity to Please another fades

Hence I cherish those few who meet me Now, when I’m Nothing, for in them I see My Beloveds Gaze!

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You say “Yoyll meet me then”

“But Then too I’ll Only Be His!”

To those few tear drops that often lay on Cocos Cheeks...

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One may never understand how through inflamed,

Swelled eyes I walk, paint, breathe...

For only through tears you’ll understand...

Mine & Cocos journey...

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©️Meghna/2021