Save Your Tears…

Prolonged water stagnation softens the soil and moisture seeps in through the walls. The paint cracks and peels off and the pillars lose their strength. Incessant rains make the rafters sag and eventually weakens the roof. Someday, the roof crashes and kills the people it once protected.

Save your tears. We will need them to wash off the muck from our garbs. If they flow out before time, they will crumble the roof, we so tediously built over the years.

My soul has mildewed, being housed in the same old cage. People I have known and the relationships I nurtured all my life, have left indelible stains on its fabric. No matter how hard and diligently I scrub now, I will never have enough time to clean and brighten it up now.

Save your tears. They don’t wash away the grime off my soul but thicken up and freeze on it and then slowly cut into the skin, perforating it, leaving burn marks and an unending pain.

The night falls and the day breaks. Between the night and day, there is a silent spell of haze where stars forget their paths and the clouds hold the moon hostage. In that little window, I will come and seek you out of your condemnation.

Save your tears. We will need them later to moisten our parched lips when we brave the overhead sun, walking through the Sahara of our dreams as gusts of hot air and sand burn our faces.

Tomorrow, I will go out and buy some bright yellow color and will then paint a huge Sun on our ceiling. It will smile at us when we wake up after a grey, cold night and perhaps it will keep us a little warm as well. It will also beam a ray of hope at us, when the days become dreary enough and we struggle to get up after others pin us down.

Save your tears. Maybe some day,  our windows will eventually open and the blinds will go away. When the room will savor the actual sunlight, we will use the water from your eyes to wash away the picture of the sun on the ceiling.

I will race you in your veins, pulsate with the rhythm of your breath and in that little silence will circle my life – weaving the years on your fingers hoping that the night doesn’t end, that you never leave and the spell never breaks.

Save your tears. The ecstasy of the moment when we are reunited after our responsibilities are fulfilled will be overwhelming and choke us. Your tears will give you the vent you will need then and allow us both to breathe.

Save your tears until then. Save them.