POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's " A TEAR "

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POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on  Piusha Singh's  " A TEAR " posted on 19th June

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• A TEAR

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Rolling down your cheek,

(Tears normally flow down the cheeks)

is the sole destination in 

(Purpose or intention of life differs)

my life, bestowing worth

( The life of each individual is different )

of my existence as a tear.

( Tears are heart's salt and body's wetness in love )

(Many poetess have resembled women as tears)

Dwelling in the dark caves

(Every woman has her own secret sorrows which the world never knows; and often we call a woman cold when she is only sad and call her bold when she is happy)  

of my beloved's chasm.

(Good imaginary by the Poetess )

Anticipate within you

(Life is a total anticipation in full swing)

as an eternal companion

(When you are distressed look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are crying for that which has been your delight)

in sorrows and happiness.

(This is life, the minus and the plus)

Assume the divine kindred.

(If someone is nearby to give comfort and love that is the most important moments in life)

Solemn promises affirmed

( More promises, More break downs)

or breached in this circle,

(Rejections and dejection's in life is common)

me witnessing in silence.

(In this life, we all are either just victims or witnesses)

Attributing my essence

as deluging your jawls, 

solacing you perpetually.

(Most loved words by the Poetess, commonly used in all her poems)

A decisive comrade

(Friends becomes Foes and vice verse)

in all the shades of life.

( Shade giving tress are always cut off )

Discern my essence in

(Your good heart is the essence of love)

a mirror, as a drop waiting

( Your tear drops are your love and life)

in a teary eyes, nevermore 

( These eyes becomes the windows to the soul)

lonely in my company.

(Individually all are lonely in some way or other or for a flash of an second, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic. My applause dear Poetess Piusha Singh for sharing a sad verse to COSMO viewers)

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sadness in life. What superior thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life--to strengthen each other in all effort, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to involve in each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of present living in harmony.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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